I swear with all of my heart that I have been here before
Right here in front of you with my eyes all tear’ed up
Having this exact agonizing conversation
Demolishing all signs saying I was over the one before you
Eight months now remembered as a past – a moment in time
Where I felt all debts, sides, shades of shame
Closing in on crazy memories of some kind of love
‘In’ being the essential word and feeling to reflect on
‘Till it becomes the forever missing word that’s
Never mentioned when talk revolves around my love
‘Moving on’ gets postponed like chores normally do
Procrastination is almost becoming the eight deadly sin
Waving in on me in a persuasive yet illusive way
Freezing my memory selectively – creating a cloud
I’m starting to accept the truth – I’ve been here before
I might be here tomorrow if not then maybe soon after
Human’s do enter and stand at the same stop sign
Several times before they learn not to turn off at the wrong signal
But instead wait for the right kind of love and river to come
The kind that includes all shapes and shades of love
Where the missing word ‘in’ plays a vivid and descriptive part
Not feeling a shamed or boring by not necessarily knowing
When they say I am in love..
Lately I’ve sensed that a kind of love that’s special is waiting for me
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