Together Is a Word On a Bulletin Board
Sometimes I don’t know which one of us is broken
And which one of us does the breaking
I’m still not sure exactly who I’ve become
Or if I’ve even begun changing
You stepped out for another smoke outside
Didn’t want to wake me up as I’m reclined on this chair
I’m not a heavy sleeper, I hear your footsteps back and forth
Is it me you’re brooding over? I’d hate for it to be someone else
It’s crazy, this 80 mile an hour ride we’ve been on
“Together” seems like a word on a bulletin board
A word that you say over and over, it loses meaning
Kind of like the way the years have taken toll
When my grandfather died my grandma didn’t shed a tear
Makes me wonder the love she still had for him
It must be hard living year after year
And then the years come by and cause the end
I wonder how it’ll be, you and me
When we grow old and brittle
Will we still sit around watching television?
Will it still matter if he retain our skills?
When I look in the mirror, I see age creeping in
When I’m no longer a shadow of my former self
I’m a stranger, with myself living within
At least I’m not living with anyone else
My mind wants to escape this madness
But I don’t want to be separated from my mind
I look at you for comfort, but I see your sadness
But along with the sadness, I see that you’re kind
Together is a word on a bulletin board
And the words keep repeating, droning on and on
But something tells me it’s not going to get old
I’ll just get use to your breathing, and I promise to cry when you’re gone
Copyright © James Black | Year Posted 2016
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