The Third Wheel

Dec 22, 2010 11:32pm

I would. I would believe you. but the ocean is ebbing. and the tide won’t hold to the shore for long. Those are your emotions. The moon sinks away and the sun comes back and the water sings into the sand and by morning it’s as if nobody was there and all the footprints are gone and the etch-a-sketch edge is begging another canvas walkers walk upon its wake. I wished at times that the summer sun would hang there forever. hang there with this glow, this breeze, and this warmth. Just pause. Everything still but that sound. That lapping. That continual rebirth washing over. and over. and over. You could have stayed you know? I probably could have too. My dog got ran over a bit later. It hurt. sure. But mostly the consensus for me was I miss you but as is life. I have dealt with the dead and I have played with the missing.