Words Falter
On my knees, I thanked God for you;
On my feet, I wished for nothing but time with you;
On my back, I dreamt every night of nothing but you;
But time moves on,
Fate weaves as the knitters choose,
And the pattern of life snags when we least expect it to;
Sitting at the phone, my heart catches;
Walking to my room, my breathing slows;
Lying on my bed, my eyes water;
I try to find a way,
To tell you things are different,
That it wasn't as hard and fast as you thought;
There just wasn't the right time;
Never the right place;
We're simply not the right people after all.
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