If I'm alone with you
I'm at home with you
when you knock on my door
it's the only sound I need
I don’t need to hear any more.
But when you fade away
it's like the breeze on a windy day
I'm the only one who notices
and my heart just fly's the other way.
Does it matter anymore
when you forget that I'm here
sitting just behind the door
regardless of the miles, or the days
who remembers what it feels like
I do -
it's like a heavy heart of weight.
Everywhere I ride, I see you on a train
with all these broken tracks
on a trail that I can't find
but does it matter anymore.
Regardless of what you never say
I read between the lines
this dyslexia of thoughts
and convenience of your mind
words I want to hear
but never find.
Does it matter anymore
…yes
it still matters - to me.
I'm at home with you
when you knock on my door
it's the only sound I need
I don’t need to hear any more.
But when you fade away
it's like the breeze on a windy day
I'm the only one who notices
and my heart just fly's the other way.
Does it matter anymore
when you forget that I'm here
sitting just behind the door
regardless of the miles, or the days
who remembers what it feels like
I do -
it's like a heavy heart of weight.
Everywhere I ride, I see you on a train
with all these broken tracks
on a trail that I can't find
but does it matter anymore.
Regardless of what you never say
I read between the lines
this dyslexia of thoughts
and convenience of your mind
words I want to hear
but never find.
Does it matter anymore
…yes
it still matters - to me.
Your words touch the very soul and I love that about your writing. Short, sweet and to the point. Thank you Dave.
ReplyDeleteWhen you love someone it always matters, doen't it...
ReplyDeleteA very touching poem!