Author: Kelly
Bleeding Love
Leona Lewis’s Bleeding Love. The UK version, I believe. They (irritatingly) turned off embedding. Good song, though.
(I’m a wonderful combination of melancholy and utterly panicked right now, so you get music until I feel like saying more.)
Time After Time
This. Exactly. Sums it all up. No point in trying to craft words to say what’s already been said so perfectly.
Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick,
and think of you
caught up in circles confusion–
is nothing new
Flashback–warm nights–
almost left behind
suitcases of memories,
time after–
sometimes you picture me–
I’m walking too far ahead
you’re calling to me, I can’t hear
what you’ve said–
Then you say–go slow–
I fall behind–
the second hand unwinds
chorus:
if you’re lost you can look–and you will find me
time after time
if you fall I will catch you–I’ll be waiting
time after time
after my picture fades and darkness has
turned to gray
watching through windows–you’re wondering
if I’m OK
secrets stolen from deep inside
the drum beats out of time–
chorus:
if you’re lost…
you said go slow–
I fall behind
the second hand unwinds–
chorus:
if you’re lost…
…time after time
time after time
time after time
time after time
Father’s Day
Dad’s on the East Coast right now, although down south and not near my sister or me. He went to visit relatives in Mississippi, and prior to that spent time driving around Memphis. It was a trip down memory lane for him – going to the house Mom grew up in, the place where he first met her, a hotel they stayed at once, the place they shared their first kiss. Just an hour or so, driving around and remembering.
My heart breaks for him. For all my grief and loss, I simply can’t even begin to imagine what his must feel like.
