STILL HERE

Is this your land?

Not my land

I don’t need eyes,

To see what you are doing to me,

Tempting fate,

Passing me by.

You call this freedom?

Like you know about that,

You’ve never experienced such freedom.

I often think back to the time when you wanted me to cover up,

It wasn’t my choice,

I use to be able to sense your footsteps,

Now I feel nothing,

Some things rarely change…

I never stopped loving you,

Did you ever stop loving me?

Come on,

I’m not so sure about that.

They say habits change,

Leisure,

Fleeting,

Forgetful.

Trends are talked about as if they are something new,

But the behaviour is just the same.

Have you ever tried,

Have you ever tried looking at me properly?

I mean really look at me,

Or is this just one big ride to you?

Desperate to be somewhere else,

Yearning for what we already had here.

It doesn’t matter how many times you write it,

No one’s going to say it, 

Out loud,

And no one’s going to say it for you either.

Will you remember me?

Or will you forget, just like the others.

To be seen and understood is to exist.

We used to have so much fun before everyone left,

Simpler times,

Were they simpler?

I don’t know...

I hear them shout “we built this town!”

While others shout “what happened to this town?”

Would you like to dance?

You can’t deface something,

If there is nothing to deface.

What is your story?

Where do you come from?

Are you lonely?

What would you say to others,

If they claimed to have made you who you are today?

Does it feel lonely to think that there is no one quite like you?

That perhaps you will never be truly understood?

That no matter how long you endure,

There will always be something that endures longer.

As I enter,

I feel better,

Remember?

This is where we first met.

During the rush of it all,

We failed to see we were travelling backwards.

Sometimes,

I wonder whether it’s ever worth setting foot on land,

We all peer out to the horizon,

To focus on something over 90 million miles away,

But fail to see what’s right in front of us.

I didn’t go anywhere,

I’m still here…

I often dream,

Of that house looking out to sea.

Back slumped against the wall,

Supported by the past,

Dreaming of a future with you.

When I face you I can no longer see you,

Yet all I want to do,

Is reach out and touch you…