How love becomes a stranger
Posted on 05. Sep, 2006 by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Honor, Loss, Love
I missed you and I didn’t even know it.
A festival of memories wandering through my mind
and you were there, inspirational, beautiful, yet unaware
Completey oblivious to the history I recalled,
Never knowing that some you once knew still cherished you
Faithfully staying silent and moving away, trying to be invisible
So many hard choices had been decided, but the hardest was horribly simple
To remain outside, to disguise the face I wore, and to become nothing
I would be irrelevant simply to keep the intentions of my word strong
And you would walk by, laughing and smiling
Never realizing that someone was still willing to throw aside everything
To make sure you never saw them