I’ve been following the steam trail of her breath on these winter streets, running from an early death. She’s everything I need, want, and can’t have. She’s the foreign life I’ve desperately been clawing at.
Countless time upon countless time, her blank stare connects with mine, panic sets in and I avert my eyes. She couldn’t love what she doesn’t know. I’m just the stranger who can’t let go of the thing that I want most in this whole world.
I used to disregard regret, but there are some things that I can’t forget. I’d ignore my shame but it’s been pounding in my head. Sometimes the emptiness pervades in this lonely room’s skeletal embrace. With no love in my life these days are getting harder and harder to face. I’m slipping further and further away.
These are the things at night I prayed I’d never feel the untamable sadness life too often deals. So give me a sign show me that love isn’t the cold dead hand of winter creeping up.


from Bodies Of Water, track released March 31, 2009


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