Stay

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

Waiting

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

Eventually

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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