They float into my consciousness
Pictures of people, places, and moments
how they were and how they should have been
The moves I could’ve, should’ve made
that would’ve meant the difference
The rain on our heads and sand under feet
That dance requested that I never gave
Late nights under stars and words meant for others
What seemed like right actions made for wrong reasons
Barriers battered but never quite broken
Mixed messages bouncing back and forth
and all the times before and between
that seemed to be leading to something
but ended in nothing at all
They were all supposed to be greater
might’ve been, in someone else’s hands
But mine were too fragile
or perhaps I gripped too tightly
and now they’re just memories I can’t live down
