My Happiness
Dasha is gone once again, another plane ride out of my life, every time I don't feel better. I hope one day we can go on these things together, but even she knew it was a fiscally poor decision to undertake this trip at this time, especially with the recent civil turmoil in mexico. But she insisted. So I slept in her bed, enjoying her smell and the warm feeling of her next to me for one last time for a while, and got up at 4:30am, had her to the terminal by 6:00am, and now I'm home at 7:20am. It's going to be a long and lonely reading week. I hope I see your faces, it would at least make me happy or at least happy enough to take my mind off of it.
Reminds me of an old Powderfinger song...
I see your shadow on the street now
I hear you push through the rusty gate
Click of your heels on the concrete
Waiting for a knock coming way too late
It seems an age since Ive seen you
Countdown as the weeks trickle into days
So you come in and put your bags down
I know theres something in the air
How can I do this to you right now
If youre over there when I need you here
My happiness is slowly creeping back
Now youre at home
If it ever starts sinking in
It must be when you pack up and go
It seems an age since Ive seen you
Countdown as the weeks trickle into days
I hope that time hasnt changed you
All I really want is for you to stay
I know I know I know what is inside
Dasha is gone once again, another plane ride out of my life, every time I don't feel better. I hope one day we can go on these things together, but even she knew it was a fiscally poor decision to undertake this trip at this time, especially with the recent civil turmoil in mexico. But she insisted. So I slept in her bed, enjoying her smell and the warm feeling of her next to me for one last time for a while, and got up at 4:30am, had her to the terminal by 6:00am, and now I'm home at 7:20am. It's going to be a long and lonely reading week. I hope I see your faces, it would at least make me happy or at least happy enough to take my mind off of it.
Reminds me of an old Powderfinger song...
I see your shadow on the street now
I hear you push through the rusty gate
Click of your heels on the concrete
Waiting for a knock coming way too late
It seems an age since Ive seen you
Countdown as the weeks trickle into days
So you come in and put your bags down
I know theres something in the air
How can I do this to you right now
If youre over there when I need you here
My happiness is slowly creeping back
Now youre at home
If it ever starts sinking in
It must be when you pack up and go
It seems an age since Ive seen you
Countdown as the weeks trickle into days
I hope that time hasnt changed you
All I really want is for you to stay
I know I know I know what is inside
I hope the week flies by for you and there is a little happiness to be found.
It could be a long week for me as well.
*hugs*
Thank you. I needed to hear that today.
Hope you are doing well.