I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything like this before
At least the memory of the wounds
Vanished like an evening sun
Now there’s a space upon the mantle
Where there once was housed a war
But I much prefer the emptiness that only proves I won
From the bottom of my heart, I don’t believe we’ve met
If I can’t contain elation then I must apologize
But you won’t be there to hear it
A dove that’s speeding toward a window
And it doesn’t realize is the closest to a metaphor
I can conjure for your spirit
The other shoe will drop even if you can’t feel it yet
From the bottom of my heart, I don’t believe we’ve met
When all is said and done, there’s more to do and say
My world was incomplete until you went away
I’ve never been the best at mixing metaphors
But I’ll press on with my day as you fuck up yours
When you wake up in the morning
Still hungover from your twenties
Small decisions that you never made
Still catching up with you
I’ll be living island life drinking from my horn of plenty
Ever blissful, unaware
Of all the grime you’re trudging through
And your pale and sullen face
Flushes crimson with regret
From the bottom of my heart, I don’t believe we’ve met
From the bottom of my heart
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