Summer Holiday

Summer Holiday

Not a week into an endless holiday
Not a bleak and fruitless holiday
Not a lost and afraid holiday
But a lonely and nostalgic holiday

Memories of events that happened long ago
Shower over me when there’s no where to go
Your face, your smiling face,
A sight that I miss, but can’t cry when you have to fly

Painful, damaging, relentless thoughts and memories
Visiting places, kissing you, going out together
The embers of a fire that once burned ravenously
Now I’m all alone and it looks like you’ll be gone forever

Have you thought of me?
Do you miss me like I miss you?
What are you doing right now?
Laying in bed, fast asleep by now?

Is it fair for me to be weary
Of a future so scarred and teary
When I don’t know what you are
Or who you’ve become
What your face looks like
Or what troubles my love

Not a week into an endless holiday
And it seems like the last time we spoke was years ago
I try and clear my mind, distract myself with long bike rides
Fate doesn’t care, my mind doesn’t matter

Recurring dreams of you will continue until we embrace
How long must it be? How long is my tunnel?
What am I to do if I’m not allowed to love you?
The light at the end will always be you

I’ve been distracted by people and places
If my heart weren’t honest,
I would’ve been dissuaded
By the other girls stare at me, while I crave you

Love sick, hopeless, not knowing when we’ll speak next
Ill to the core, and nothing it seems in store
You having fun, and me wishing I was there
You talking to others and not having time to spare

Are you safe? Are you warm?
Do you dream of me?
Do you miss me?
Do you wonder what I’m doing?

Called away to the silver stage, taken with appointments
And now you’ve forgotten of me for this endless holiday
You have other friends, like other things,
Other commitments, that fall above me

We used to go out, have dinner,
Out of state, splitting desserts,
But now you’re there and I’m here
As much as I know you love there,
Sometimes I want you to be here

You can have your world and I may have mine,
But this is one planet and not seeing you is marring mine
A lonely and afraid holiday
An endless tenure that I’m staying for

The light of my tunnel, no matter the cost
I’ll endure and be harmed, be hurt and be crying
But at the end of it, I’ll be with you
The one I was fighting for, And you’ll be with who?

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