August 23, 2011
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Souls steeped in ice
I wish I could have loved you then
when we walked home that night
and your smile lit up the darkened streets,
like the way your whole life feels like hope
to a bitter soul like me.
In deep space and time I am sure,
somewhere behind a lost star,
my hand wasn’t limp when you took it,
and my soul wasn’t distracted,
but ready for a life with you.
Walking through an empty room I wonder
what it means to chase dreams
compared with your face and smile,
how can an idea compare to a body?
I suppose the unseen has an infinite weight
next to any one thing you see,
and that’s why you’ll always bet on your fears.
But you’ll start to bet on the real
if you remember it’s always true
that anything could be.
I wish I could have loved you then,
but if I could go back I know
I wouldn’t love you all over again.
And what does it mean to be sick with longing
for a chance you wouldn’t take?
So I bet the whole world sits and wonders
what will become of fools like me,
And all the fools also sit frozen,
just like the nights that made the people
that we would never be.
