There was always an apartment

Somebody knew

Always a friend

Of a friend to help

Get you through it all

And I remember waiting

In a room I should have left behind

I remember waiting

In a life that really wasn’t mine

But it was

And there I was


In somebody’s living room

Which was pretty cool

Had a view I’d never seen

Or never will again, I mean

Lots of angles

Different ways to look

Sometimes felt like I was in a book

Guess I was but anyway

Waited for the wait to end

Which it did


I’ll never turn and walk away

Without your eyes

Burnt into mine

And even though we’ve walked away

I seek you out

And hope you’ll stay



David Trudel  © 2012



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