I wrote this poem while procrastinating hence the title
The first step was a melody
I keep it in a safe pocket as a memory
on weak days I pull out the young tune
it was short but sweet and filled the empty room
the hollow places in my head, where little ditties who used to dance are now dead
it felt safe and warm there...
The next step was the chorus
a whole song lay before us
there was a part of you that got stuck in my head
and stayed there
even when I didn't want it to
even when I said no
when I was ready to go 1 foot out the door you pulled me back in
you said this is sink or swim
we can or we can't
it's up to you
decide
As we grew longer verses started to form
and maybe the words weren't always as warm as we'd like them to be
but they were still a part of me
part of you it wasn't everyone's favorite part but it was what gave a step
it was not the words that just anyone knew
but we knew
Last where the harmonies
from the outside it still looked easy
when new people came in and I couldn't be the only One supporting you
When jealousy too cold and we both knew what was overdue
I was an artist on the run
But we both knew our song was done
A beautiful finished masterpiece
Beautiful faded memory
Even the best songs come to an end
I replay you on hard days
I see the beauty we created
And I regret nothing
