Back to the Grind.

I wrote this with one person in mind, and I actually wrote it in two parts.


It was suppose to be sort of a progressive story, but it became difficult trying to make the two parts fit, cohesively. 


I'm not sure it's even done, but I'm sure it's ready to be read: 


Sypnosis: This is a story about a man I loved. A man I wanted to love. A man who, really, was just an idea. These are all the things I never said, all the things I should have said, and all the things I didn't want to say, but finally had to--in order to move on.

To you 

There was a man, I loved--

once.

A man who told me

life was a dream.

We smiled.

We laughed.

We fought--

endlessly.

It was hypocrisy 

when I left him.

I had to stumble 

right back.

I thought I belonged.

The more I saw--

the more I wanted him

 gone.

So I wept

and I yelled

and I got angry.

Nothing.

There was a man--

I loved 

once.

He left me,

for a man he loved

more.

I'm still standing.

Smiling...

Melancholy.

As the 

Thunder,

and lighting.

Strike.

I wait as the onyx

night sky,

becomes the sun

peaking o'er the morning 

hills.

Milliseconds.

Seconds.

Minutes--pass

and I wait

(wait)

as life goes by.

It ends

I awake,

and I'm alive.

and to you--

all I can say/is

(Goodbye.)

There was a man

I loved--

once.