I think the stats are wrong:
I never dreamed you'd leave in summer
I thought you would go then come back home
I thought the cold would leave by summer
But my quiet nights will be spent alone
You said there would be warm love in springtime
That is when you started to be cold
I never dreamed you'd leave in summer
But now I find myself all alone
You said then you'd be the life in autumn
Said you'd be the one to see the way
You know I never dreamed you'd leave in summer
But now I find my love has gone away
Why didn't you stay?
I didn't see it until last night, I mean, I think it had crossed my mind before, but last night it hit me like a baseball bat.
I leave at the end of summer.
I spend early fall indulging in unrequited love.
I cocoon and regenerate, alone from boys, in the company of friends, through the winter and springtime.
I emerge triumphant in the following summer.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
No more.
So this is the New Year, and I resolve to feel *much* different. I have many resolutions. I will not surrender the keys. I also like spiral bound notebooks, black Sharpie(tm) pens, scrolly patterned comforter covers... these are my consistencies. Let's keep adding to the plus-side of the ledger, shall we?
xx
VvB
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