I used to be a lunatic from the gracious days
I used to feel woebegone and so restless nights
The shortest distance between two people is never a straight line, it is often a series of circles
sometimes ending in pieces,
rarely a single day or a tragic moment
I do not recall a particular conversation
looking back I only remember an accumulation of words:
those spoken and others withheld
People would ask what happened to us,
as if there were an unexpected illness
maybe a car accident?
I ponder the question
and lacking an answer
just shake my head
Oh, but now I don't find myself bouncing home
The language is leaving me
…lyrics from- No more I love you's- Annie Lennox