Happiness and Terror
His eyes, chocolaty brown,
Flashing at me with every blink.
One… two… three, open.
You’re there, in front of me.
I can feel you.
Ready, set, go.
So this is what it’s come to.
Riding in separate cars for two and a half hours
Just for one night of exceptional happiness,
Meshed with exceptional terrors.
Don’t think I don’t notice.
The quiver in your words,
The silence in your eyes,
The jump in your thoughts.
That jump is the only thing that keeps me from saying those words.
Those words that I know need to be said.
The words that we all know need to be said.
Everyone.
It’s over, we’re together now,
Not quite. It’ll never be over.
This never ending race.
Our never ending story.
You are a ghost among the pines.
Beautiful and terrifying in the cosmic mist
And it is only you that I follow through the fog,
Because anyone else would fall lost in it.
You forfeit your sentences,
You stumble on your syllables.
You know the words that need to be said,
But that same essence is what keeps you from saying them.
Even when it is the break of dawn
And the sun peeks over the mountains and into my bedroom window
You look me in the eye and say “You do believe me right?”
I always reply “somewhat,” because the words still aren’t there.
And if it is only this one night,
The night of happiness and terror,
Where I am able to see you again,
That is what I hope to hear.
Flashing at me with every blink.
One… two… three, open.
You’re there, in front of me.
I can feel you.
Ready, set, go.
So this is what it’s come to.
Riding in separate cars for two and a half hours
Just for one night of exceptional happiness,
Meshed with exceptional terrors.
Don’t think I don’t notice.
The quiver in your words,
The silence in your eyes,
The jump in your thoughts.
That jump is the only thing that keeps me from saying those words.
Those words that I know need to be said.
The words that we all know need to be said.
Everyone.
It’s over, we’re together now,
Not quite. It’ll never be over.
This never ending race.
Our never ending story.
You are a ghost among the pines.
Beautiful and terrifying in the cosmic mist
And it is only you that I follow through the fog,
Because anyone else would fall lost in it.
You forfeit your sentences,
You stumble on your syllables.
You know the words that need to be said,
But that same essence is what keeps you from saying them.
Even when it is the break of dawn
And the sun peeks over the mountains and into my bedroom window
You look me in the eye and say “You do believe me right?”
I always reply “somewhat,” because the words still aren’t there.
And if it is only this one night,
The night of happiness and terror,
Where I am able to see you again,
That is what I hope to hear.