On Being Slow
I watched the sun slip,
Across her eyes.
And I knew in a moment,
That I could not disguise,
How I felt,
And what it would mean,
To take a chance on us,
And let them all see.
I saw her hesitate.
And pull back inside.
And I knew at that moment,
That she had never lied.
I'll follow you with the sun
Wait in the cold
Watching you constantly
Constantly...
I waited for nine days,
For some kind of sign.
But she held herself from me,
For one last time.
How my head aches,
With lapsing tides.
Every step is pain,
As I watch her climb.
My legs crack and break,
From standing still.
Rooted to this place,
That she never knew.
I'll follow you with the sun
Wait in the cold
Watching you constantly
Constantly...
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