Breaking Down

Verse

If you don’t love me just pretend

For the short ride in the car

Hold my hand the way you used to

The few kilometres aren’t that far

Chorus 

We can’t be broken

I don’t want to let go 

and neither do you 

How’d we end up here

We aren’t broken just yet

We can’t be broken yet

Verse

If you’ll just hold on to me

Then I can hold myself together 

We’ll just drive over these hill

And get us through this weather

I wasn’t ready to let go 

but didn’t know how to hang on.

So it’s roads and rain and us

But I know that your already gone. 

Let the asphalt roll under our wheels

And let’s get through the day 

‘Cause I know what my heart feels

And I know what it would say

As we ride toward somewhere new

Hold my hand and we’ll both pretend 

That we’re both still in love and at beginning 

That we’re still in the middle instead of the end. 

What I did not do but should have done

To The Lady on the Train,

I walked hallways and sat in meetings where I had to pretend that all my attention wasn’t being consumed by a white blouse or the swing of a dress. 

I noticed unnoticed the slant of shoulders, the shape of her eyes, and the playful smile that seemed to ring  something inside of me. 

I sometimes had to speak as if my heart wasn’t pounding and my words weren’t jumbled before they left my mouth just because she sat in a chair or stood up or moved papers on her desk with slender fingers. 

I had to not call out or crumble as she walked past and the world disappeared until it was only her folded arms and sway of her hips. 

I thought that I had to not do all those things. 

But her beauty was all I did see and she didn’t know it. 

It is all I still see. I hope that she know it.

The Man in the Station

She does not see

 To The Lady on the Train, 

She looked down at her hands and what she did not notice was the slender strength of her fingers or the ovals of her fingernails. She did not see the softness of her palms that cup love, nor did she really pay attention to the callouses that prove her hidden steel. 

I do not know what she saw through her eyes that sometimes see so much. But my eyes saw the graceful arch of her neck, roundness of cheek, and the line of her jaw. I saw a woman who is more than she sees. 

The Man in the Station