to you from me
this place of the past that we used to call home has recently become foreign and lonely
without you with me
wherever i go
i am haunted by the ghosts of your footfalls rising out of the ground
like steam coming off of the heat of old moments
that the winds of change have neglected to blow from this place
i see an old restaurant redone and made over
i blink and then we were there
like a sunny flashback in a darkening movie
or lightning that cracks up the sky
our faces laughing and mirroring each other
not really so long ago
we spent a part of our lives together, then together we saw our lives come apart
from the outside charged into the inside
a free-for-all of unexpected costs
i've been paying my dues in nightly installments, years of tears streaming onto my pillow
to water a bed of flowering dreams of lightning crashes and orange crushes,
to soften the memory of today and of now, of the time that we spent apart
i see an old love remade and done over
if you could trust yourself with me
the difference between "to love" and "to lose"
is one simple letter
maybe that letter is this one
to you from me