Love – The Stories In Between

I Have Seen

I have seen an old woman Sitting in a rocking chair The warmth of the desert sun Shining on her through the front window Surrounded

I can hold you In my arms And tell you All the lies You’ve been longing To hear And mean Every word I say Because

If you could see What I see In those moments when You’re most vulnerable You might recognize Through the haze Of your sadness There is

I may smile at you But it stops there I don’t have much To give you Some words Nothing much at all There are spaces

The lamp flickers As it burns through The last of the oil Outside, snow falls A log on the fire I pretend it’s you Covering

There was nothing soft about her fragrance That whiskey breath Could peel the chrome off the bumper Of my ’83 Chevy But god-damn I loved

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