Was it Helplessness Blues on late afternoons?
Or, maybe it was late nights sleeping in cars,
Or early mornings waking up next to empty hotel mini-bars?
Was it somewhere between youth and adulthood,
And kissing in the woods,
Or in alleyways,
And parking lots next to homeless tweakers?
No, I got it.
Was it in the mud on your sneakers?
The grass stains on my knees?
The venom in the stings from sweat bees?
Was it in the glistening in your eyes when you first said “You’re mine”?
Or was it somewhere between us and the sheets when I woke next to you that first night?
Did it rain all these days? I know it can’t be.
But, it’s rained everyday you’ve spent running away from me.
Did you really leave when you decided to just go?
Because I’m a little drunk now, and this girl sleeping next to me needs to know.
So, please just tell me one more thing.
If you could, would you see me?
Would you show up at my door?
Or, would you even let me walk the stairs to yours?
Can we stop searching for love in all the wrong places?
I’ve been searching for so long and I still can’t find someone to replace this.
Can we look for love in each other?
I’ve searched a long time, I doubt there’ll ever be another.
Is never forever after all?
Or is forever really forever, even after the fall?