i didn't want to leave. and i've never forgotten, because despite the years that have gone by, my body remembers. my mind sends the messages and i can still smell the back of your neck, feel the courseness of your carpenter hands. i can sense the heaviness in your silence. i've come to understand it. i carry the heaviness now.
i walk along, thinking about it all. how you are, what you're doing, how you feel. i wonder what we'd say. i suspect there'd be no words to describe the big rush of energy between us even when we've gone way past eachother now. the farther i am of you, the closer i feel. you seep into my dreams always wordless, but inside you, i've always found home. you were my home. my safe. my hope. a torrent of wild romance, my quiet storm.
i keep coming back to you, or is it that you insert yourself in my dreams? i'd love to ask you, but i know i probably won't. and if the will would make the way, if by chance, if we may...it's easier to forget and unbelievably easier to admit, i'm where you were so long ago, and you're living somewhere else.
so i send a message to skip across the molecules that line the space between you and i:
a sweet tune on your car stereo for when you're needing it bad
a kick-ass bike ride to remind yourself how strong you really are
a pint of Guinness when you get home after a long hard day
a kiss from someone who adores you
and a corny memory to make you smile...
i don't know what to say about it,
when all the ears have turned away,
but now's the time to look and look again at what you see,
is that the way it ought to stay?
(all in italics are lyrics by Led Zeppelin)