it's been a long day,and i'm worn out from working
but it's not so much the muscles as it is the memories
they hit me every so often,turning time back on me
now the dishes need to be done,hands are occupied
but the task starts stirring something in the mind
the thoughts pour in as i scrape off the grease
when movements are automatic the daydreams run free
the gates fly open,and images of her occupy the most space
some primal emotion stirs up vengeful stinging pains
but it all passes once i picture her face
then the sentimental aches come rushing in
that longing ball in your soul miles beneath your skin
now the last dish is set in place,
and the time reads five o'clock on the digital face
home to relax and forget everything that makes a heavy heart
until a conversation comes to something,catches me off guard
she's not alone anymore,someone else can run fingers through her hair
make her lips tingle,dry crying eyes,and spend sweaty nights there
'i love you very much' rings hollow,cold,only a sliver of truth
i wasn't enough of a person to not have been lied to

Est.3/22/99