curbdrop out of grace

a wintery january nite

i remember that time i was in your room and we were sitting on your bed. i was playing the guitar and you were sitting. we were both supposed to figure out what to do that nite, but i stopped trying. i didn't need to figure things out. i was doing what i wanted to do. i was sitting looking at you, playing a guitar song i wrote for you.

and you just had this look in your eye. i thought you were going to cry. i asked you what was wrong, as i so often as always assuming something is wrong when it comes... to me. and you looked over at me. you had been lost in the moment, listening, thinking about what was going on. you told me nothing was wrong, but that was a lie. i already knew before i asked. i knew for certain this time.

and i learned a lot about you that moment. a lot. i learned a lot about me too, about the effect i can have on certain people.

and i will always remember. there are two things. the day i can no longer have that effect on you, either i have completely left your head, or you have driven me out.

at least this is how i percieved/remembered it. and i could be wrong. but it's too late and too lame at the moment to force a for sure answer out. it's better this way.

posted by fillshe @ 7:47 AM