I allow the thought to pull me in once more,
how gentle your touch once seemed.
How little I knew of myself back then,
trapped in a place, where time refused to move.
We had built our home on hollow ground
praying for the earth not to shake,
as I carried our love blindly, in both hands,
with the notion that my will was enough.
Still the tighter I held, the more that I lost.
Now here we stand, how many miles apart,
stranded in the aftermath of ignorance,
watching every promise unravel at our feet.