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You'll get older one day, and you'll change a hundred times. The person you turn into won't want a heart like mine. Will you ever think about us, and miss me once I'm gone? Or will you push me from your thoughts, and just keep going on? I wonder what you'll be like, once that last change sets... I'd rather be forgotten, than be your one regret. I'll catch a train to Memphis, or maybe I'll go north. And I won't think about you, once this runs its course. You'll be some old letter I tucked inside a book. You'll become a photo of a summer smile I took. But otherwise, you're nothing but a shadow of lost time. And I'll grow up and, hopefully, you'll never cross my mind. |
"you're nothing but a shadow of lost time..." great line. i often think what is it that has to happen in a goodbye so that there is not that heartbreak? that ache? is it only time that can lessen that? it never lessens it; it just changes. yes, the speaker wants to be the one to call the shots in the aftermath. in the first stanza, she questions how her lover will respond to the loss; in the second stanza, she transitions to her own actions and responses...she will "grow up"; he will not. Nice write..... | Posted on 2011-07-23 00:00:00 | by rubie | [ Reply to This ] | this starts out as the speaker seemingly wanting the partner to forget her..."i would rather be forgotten than be your one regret" | but the second stanza indicates something different...like..no...i don't really want you to forget me...it is i who wants to be able to forget you...when i look at your photo i don't want to fall to pieces..i want to just see it as a picture of somebody i once knew... you were a summer smile, summer's over...it's fall..and time to move on.... jacob | Posted on 2011-07-23 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ] | |