ferrydust

You stepped out of the doorway, folded your arms, and looked at the sky.
Six o’clock in the morning, but the moon was still high.
The last pale fires of starlight were dying in the west, and i remember the way that you trembled when i held you to my chest.

It’s ironic the things that we wanted never seemed to get said.
Now we’re left with this hunger that never got fed.
And i would be lying if i did not say
that i know that i was the one who walked away

I walked away.. but i crumpled like paper.
And i walked away.. but i shattered like glass.
When life pulls you down the road
and love begs you not to go..
Just bury it deep; retreat, and walk away.

We can blame it on timing, or we can blame it on chance.
But there’s no sense in denying what i said with my glance.
Something was pulling me farther away;
though my eyes were weary from searching, all i saw was my way.