At least sometimes I’ll hold you

Today I saw your name online and my heart jumped. It was as if I had somehow caught sight of you somewhere, watched you from afar. Some writer wrote about how you took him to a restaurant ten years ago. I think to myself: ten years ago was when I last saw you. A decade of longing, of yearning so deep that it drowns me sometimes.

Now all it takes is the mention of your name, and I am once more undone. Mere letters on the screen and I start missing you again, wanting to touch you, hear your voice, be held in your arms again.

My greatest fear is that we will never be together again. Remember that song? “And if I have to share you, at least sometimes I’ll hold you.” Nothing else matters, my love. Nothing else matters.

After I’d forgotten all about us

THE SONG REMEMBERS WHEN
Trisha Yearwood

I was standing at the counter, I was waiting for the change
When I heard that old familiar music start
It was like a lighted match had been tossed into my soul,
It was like a dam had broken in my heart

After taking every detour, getting lost and losing track
So that even if I wanted, I could not find my way back
After driving out the memory of the way things might have been
After I’d forgotten all about us, the song remembers when

. . .

I guess something must have happened and we must have said goodbye
And my heart must have been broken, though I can’t recall just why
The song remembers when

Well, for all the miles between us, and for all the time that’s passed
You would think I haven’t gotten very far
And I hope my hasty heart will forgive me just this once
If I stop to wonder how on earth you are

But that’s just a lot of water underneath the bridge I burned
And there’s no use in backtracking around corners I have turned
Still I guess some things we bury are just bound to rise again
For even if the whole world has forgotten, the song remembers when

Even if the whole world has forgotten,
The song remembers when.