Recall the image to my mind's eye
and the ache of longing becomes
a trance-like state of being human
At once an ache that stops me in my tracks
Telepathic, instinctive, its an intrusion
that's far more than welcome
Last night I did the dishes and thought of you
sorted my papers... and thought of you
This morning I woke up to think of you
In the shower I thought of you
The understanding you've given today
is worth more than these ten thousand unhappy yesterdays
and from this I can breathe a sigh of relief
and move forward. Move forward.
There I want to go, clear a path to the east
find a place to finally call home
sense of place to belong, to live not just exist
be loved for more than the sake of convenience
not because it's just too hard for someone to
quit an addiction.