Tasting the air with my tongue.
I stood right here when I lost someone.
So long ago, but it smells just the same.
Wading through depths while I sung.
Hoping you’d hear I felt afraid and alone.
So wrong I was, supposing you called me by name.
Hanging on lines I was wrung,
Into a tangle of what I’d been through before
So strong I thought, but was convicted and labeled a shame.
Hating the tears, how they stung,
Dying my dress and once again here I stand on my own.
So long ago, but it hurts me the same.
