A Long Night's Journey Into Day
Thursday
What should I call you?
It doesn't matter--
I know who you are--
just not what your made of.
It has only been
a few short months
and already
I find myself
mapping-out my life
by one single day.
I saw you on a Thursday
outside the bar,
it was miracle alone
that the beer could get us
drunk enough
to ever speak at all.
Your face had been
so foreign then, and yet,
I was so at ease
with you speaking softly
beneath the streetlight;
as if you knew me for a lifetime.
If I had known then
that you would cause me to live
moment by moment-
waiting...
I might have wandered
home that night
and left you by the car.
You composed a thousand lines
beside that curb.
Talking about life -
you said so much...
I wish I could remember!
I wanted YOU!
And everyone knew
before I did.
It doesn't matter--
I know who you are--
just not what your made of.
It has only been
a few short months
and already
I find myself
mapping-out my life
by one single day.
I saw you on a Thursday
outside the bar,
it was miracle alone
that the beer could get us
drunk enough
to ever speak at all.
Your face had been
so foreign then, and yet,
I was so at ease
with you speaking softly
beneath the streetlight;
as if you knew me for a lifetime.
If I had known then
that you would cause me to live
moment by moment-
waiting...
I might have wandered
home that night
and left you by the car.
You composed a thousand lines
beside that curb.
Talking about life -
you said so much...
I wish I could remember!
I wanted YOU!
And everyone knew
before I did.
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