Missing Pieces (chapter 5)

“If you place a thing into the center of your life
That lacks the power to nourish
It will eventually poison everything that you are
And destroy you

A simple a thing as an idea
Or your perspective on yourself of the world
No one can be the source of your content,
It lies within, in the center.”

Liontamer 

Faithless

“Kiss the Rain” crackled over the radio as the alarm went off for work that morning in Manayunk. It woke me up from a dream I can’t remember other than a kiss. I was missing pieces because I didn’t know where on earth he landed, but I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he really was okay and sober. The residue of the dream had whispered this promise to me, silently, as my heart swelled while I cried tears of relief. It was a bitter sweet release knowing fully well that where he had put down the bottle, I was slowly picking it up.

Hello

Can you hear me
Am I getting through to you

Hello
Is it late there
Is there laughter on the line
Are you sure you’re there alone
‘Cause I’m
Trying to explain
Something’s wrong
You just don’t sound the same

Why don’t you
Why don’t you
Go outside
Go outside

Kiss the rain
Whenever you need me
Kiss the rain
Whenever I’m gone too long
If your lips feel lonely and thirsty
Kiss the rain
And wait for the dawn
Keep in mind
We’re under the same sky
And the night’s
As empty for me as for you
If you feel
You can’t wait till morning
Kiss the rain
Kiss the rain
Kiss the rain

Hello
Do you miss me
I hear you say you do
But not the way I’m missing you

What’s new
How’s the weather
Is it stormy where you are
You sound so close but it feels like you’re so far
Oh would it mean anything
If you knew
What I’m left imagining
In my mind
In my mind
Would you go
Would you go

Kiss the rain

As you fall
Over me
Think of me
Think of me
Think of me
Only me
Kiss the rain
Whenever you need me
Kiss the rain
Whenever I’m gone too long
If your lips
Feel hungry and tempted
Kiss the rain
And wait for the dawn
Keep in mind
We’re under the same sky
And the night’s
As empty for me as for you
If you feel you can’t wait till morning
Kiss the rain
Kiss the rain
Kiss the rain
Kiss the rain

Hello
Can you hear me

Kiss the Rain – Billie Myers

That morning I ran around the church bells and dropped a card with a note in the mail, addressed to his childhood home. “Keep it up,” was all I wrote. Signing it was unnecessary, as most things were with us, because I knew that he’d know that I knew that he’d know that it was from me.

 

 

To be cont…

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