On my mind.
It's been almost a week. I left home, I'm on the road and It's the first time my sights have ever been set backward. The biggest tour, The most money, The best gig, Yet my sights aim in the opposite direction. I don't know why i'm mildly obsessing, If that even exists.. To mildly obsess. Maybe, It is because I spent a long time trying. A long time waiting for the right time, The right place.. The right mood. It wasn't up to me. I was smitten the moment i laid eyes on her. She waltzed in., Usually barren except for the empty dreams and broken hearts of the middle aged life long casualties that riddled the bar. That was over a year ago. I chased her.. She knew what i was after. It was her. She knew how i felt the first time she smiled at me. Into me. she had me. I spent a small bit of time with her. Laying on her couch, and laughing together. I kissed her once. she kissed back for a moment but that as about it. She had told a friend that she didn't really feel anything. I didn't really care what she had felt. I just told myself it wasn't the right time. eventually. maybe. patience. over the months we spoke. I saw her a few times. on her time. Again, laying and laughing. This time, a little more heart felt, but no kiss. I wouldn't dare. I thought.. maybe something to be desired.. Desired for another time perhaps. I believe, that is when I got to her. When she started thinking. Which is what led her to me a week ago. Over a thousand miles away, in a different country no less.. this is what i think about. Why on the night before i leave for weeks.. Does it have to culminate? Left with thoughts and emotions.. I'm somewhat love sick in Canada. The wonderment ensues, as to weather or not she cares beyond that night. I'm not sure. We hadn't discussed it. We went to sleep in each others arms, we made love. We awoke, and made love again.. Which led me to believe that it was genuine. It wasn't a product of the drink, or the bitter cold, late evening, or the act of a lonesome moment. Whatever it was.. Whatever it can be, Time will tell. Time itself is a cruel partner to which i am bound. Almost a month before i go back. Settle a score. Speak. Listen. For now, i just wonder. As I travel, all i can do is wonder.
It's been almost a week. I left home, I'm on the road and It's the first time my sights have ever been set backward. The biggest tour, The most money, The best gig, Yet my sights aim in the opposite direction. I don't know why i'm mildly obsessing, If that even exists.. To mildly obsess. Maybe, It is because I spent a long time trying. A long time waiting for the right time, The right place.. The right mood. It wasn't up to me. I was smitten the moment i laid eyes on her. She waltzed in., Usually barren except for the empty dreams and broken hearts of the middle aged life long casualties that riddled the bar. That was over a year ago. I chased her.. She knew what i was after. It was her. She knew how i felt the first time she smiled at me. Into me. she had me. I spent a small bit of time with her. Laying on her couch, and laughing together. I kissed her once. she kissed back for a moment but that as about it. She had told a friend that she didn't really feel anything. I didn't really care what she had felt. I just told myself it wasn't the right time. eventually. maybe. patience. over the months we spoke. I saw her a few times. on her time. Again, laying and laughing. This time, a little more heart felt, but no kiss. I wouldn't dare. I thought.. maybe something to be desired.. Desired for another time perhaps. I believe, that is when I got to her. When she started thinking. Which is what led her to me a week ago. Over a thousand miles away, in a different country no less.. this is what i think about. Why on the night before i leave for weeks.. Does it have to culminate? Left with thoughts and emotions.. I'm somewhat love sick in Canada. The wonderment ensues, as to weather or not she cares beyond that night. I'm not sure. We hadn't discussed it. We went to sleep in each others arms, we made love. We awoke, and made love again.. Which led me to believe that it was genuine. It wasn't a product of the drink, or the bitter cold, late evening, or the act of a lonesome moment. Whatever it was.. Whatever it can be, Time will tell. Time itself is a cruel partner to which i am bound. Almost a month before i go back. Settle a score. Speak. Listen. For now, i just wonder. As I travel, all i can do is wonder.