Walking Slow Is The Least You Could Do
So walk a little slower,
cause I can see the light,
I can see that we’re getting closer,
closer to the end of the night.
Gonna have to let you go again,
gotta let go of your hand,
and watch…
as you go back to him,
back into those arms,
back into those hands,
as I watch in the dark,
silently,
unable to stand.
You make your way up,
he brushes the hair from your face,
you shoot him a smile,
he kisses you...
and you kiss him back.
A tear runs down my cheek,
weightless,
exploding somewhere below with a splatter,
it’s too loud.
You look into the shadows as if you heard it
I'm sorry... it won’t happen again.
I sit here watching lights turn on and off,
waiting for the occasional glimpse of you,
until the house is black.
And I make my way back to my car,
only to come back tomorrow.
You’ve said that you loved me,
more times than I can count.
So why every night,
do we come back to this house?
Why is it always me,
standing here by myself?
Looking for reasons to stop,
if for only a second,
cause the longest paths,
still feel like the shortest,
and every minute spent with you,
inevitably is a minute lost.
You’re in my arms again,
finally…
bathed in the glow of another bad movie,
I’m lost in you,
in your smell
in your warmth
in your breathing…
You take my hand to look at my watch,
you say you have to go,
I think how could I forget to take it off again,
and in this instant,
I wouldn’t dream of stopping time,
I’d destroy it.
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Submission Name: Walking Slow Is The Least You Could
