One last glance from a taxi cab/Images scar my mind/Four weeks felt like years/Since your full attention was all mine/The night was young and so were we/Talked about life, God, death, and your family/Didn’t want any promises/Just my undivided honesty/And you should know/Things are gonna change now/For the better
Dismantle.Repair. by Anberlin
Last words were spoken.
Final.
Finished.
Done.
Concluded.
Like a cliche’ novel or a bad film, it was predictable and sad.
I’m predictable and sad.
There are a lot of things I’m feeling, but they have no words.
They are the door to a void, right now. Maybe some day they will be a door to joy, but not this day.
Or this week.
Or this month.
We will be good to hit this year.
I forgive you, even though you did not ask for my forgiveness.
I forgive you for my self. Because if I can never forgive you, I can never forget.
I just want to forget. Only for a while. Only for now.
Dismantled.
Not repaired.
I’m still working on that bit.
