parallel lines
Apologies for those who think I am speaking in tongues here, but some of you will know exactly what I mean and who I am talking about. I heard something about someone yesterday that really, absolutely 100% confirmed what I already knew and what I didn’t want to admit to. This person makes my heart fly like no other - and always has - and on more than one occasion my feelings were reciprocated. This person also makes me sad like no other, but I only have myself to blame for that.
Love is a stranger
In an open car
To tempt you in
And drive you far away
So now I find myself wondering about it all, because of what went down yesterday. Because now I can see clearly the parallel lines our lives really are (or should I say now I finally admit). This is the point I bow out gracefully and try not to hear a special message in every song on the radio. This is the moment where I act the adult I am supposed to be but inside I can still dream of all the flickering moments of pleasure, of all the maybes and what ifs - and what remains can still be the place where all my thoughts go hiding.
What happens next is anyone’s guess but I know the outcome and this is how it will play out: I will say nothing, I will never say anything and I will continue to pretend that everything is the same as it ever was (after all, he is me as a boy) and whenever I see his face I will, as I have always done, think, “you’re a song written by the hands of God”.