Letting that last finger slip,
losing my grip
on this.
Maybe it’s been long past time
I let go
of this mind.
Out of all the ways I’ve tried
coping with
every lie,
I’ve never been quite satisfied,
but here I am
tonight.
Waking from yet another dream
wishing I could scream,
or reach out
to turn on the light.
Can’t find the will to fight.
Why won’t you live me alone?
I put you in your place
so long ago.
Watched you wither and die,
why aren’t you pacified?
The face of the past
comes like a ghost
and drags me back
to somewhere
I don’t want to go.
Wish I could scream,
or run away,
’cause I know
that I’ll wake up in shadows.
Guess that I’ve been clinging to
some old memory
of you.
Couldn’t seem to break my fingers free
and let the past
recede.
So, there’s a pretty good chance
I’m haunting you,
and you are gone,
and you are through.
I just haven’t been able to continue
on my way
without you.
HG – 2021