Her
I’m waiting for someone in the cold,
Not knowing how she looks now,
It’s been 6 months since we said goodbye,
And the parting left her broken.
I can’t love you anymore is what I told her
And the reasons she damn well knows.
But still I came here just to meet her
For the second time around.
I don’t want to start all over
Nor be blinded by her smile
So I came to see if I’ve grown stronger
And let her know I’m still alive.
I see her walking towards me,
A little girl with big blue eyes.
Flashing her smile she steps up to me,
And hugs for dear life.
As she lay her arms around me,
I feel that I am older now,
It’s like I’m a brother somehow.
But does she know?
We start walking towards a place,
Where we can easily sit down,
And talk about the past few months,
About all the things we’ve done.
She keeps reminding me she needs me,
And I refuse to answer her.
She says she misses me,
But I didn’t miss her.
I feel so much older than this child,
And I could never love her like before.
And yet she plays the grown-up games,
And excels in hurting more.
But now I’m better than I was
And not blinded by love or lore,
I smile politely and tell her stories
About my time alone.
Her hands moves towards me,
Asking for a touch,
But I sit still and feel her fingers,
Move over my silken shirt.
In her eyes there’s longing,
As she tells me she’ll never love again
But my eyes stare blankly
And won’t be caught no more.
I feel so much older,
Because of our troubled past
And as I leave her behind me
I finally feel at rest.