Ways

Somehow the sound of your voice still lingers in my head,
Though I haven't heard the sound in what seems like years,
It's been awhile since I've though about the way you affect how I see,
Miles apart yet I can feel you sitting next to me.

Hurt from all the years is like one big scab picked over and over,
Every time the old wound heals we both open it up again,
Yet we both find the right things to say to help us back along,
Change is something we're both used to but always seem to forget.

Ways unseen and unbekownst to both of our hearts,
Is the fabric and the glue that holds up the pieces of our broken selves,
Surely if we ever find out what the bond is we'll pounce on it at once,
Yet at the same time we both know deep down what it really is.

All the stitches holding us together is all the love, hope, and passion we have built,
Yet it is also made up of the bad,
The hurt, sorrow, and lonliness that seems to consume,
It's all consuming sometimes, and yet with the flip of a coin it means nothing.

In the end there is only love.