The Day You Walk Away

Where will we be ten years from today?

Will you still be loving me…

Will you still stay?

It’s hard to admit how I’m feeling right now

How much I depend on you

How much I can allow

(Where your breath stops, mine just begins)

Will I grow another year older

Without someone to call my own?

I’m frightened and lonely-

I need you to hold me-

There is nothing else I want or I need

You have to believe

That I always grieve

For the day you’ll walk away

Do I frighten you, are you scared

To see how much I can care

That tomorrow I’ll see your face

That there is nothing else I want

To take that incredible place

Whether in dreamtime or real

It’s your lips I need to feel…

Will I grow another year older

Without someone to call my own?

I’m frightened and lonely

I need you to hold me

There is nothing else I want or I need

You have to believe

That I always grieve

For the day you’ll walk away

Where will we be ten years from today?

I think you won’t be around

You didn’t stay,

’cause I scared you away

Your heart wasn’t as true

For all of your fucking “I love you’s!”

What difference does it make to us today?

Hold me closer…

You are slipping away.

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missriki on July 23, 2011 at 2:30 am said:

I love your writing! I wanted so badly to share one on my Facebook and had such a difficult time choosing which was my favorite. I ended up choosing Sonnet:Unto Forever, but this would have been my second choice. I love how alive your words are and the feeling they leave me with when I’ve read them. Thank you.

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- bornstoryteller on July 23, 2011 at 6:21 am said:
  
  Thank YOU for such kind words. I do appreciate the shares. One day I do hope they’ll be in book REAL BOOK format, even if for a short while.
  
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Joy on July 15, 2011 at 3:40 pm said:

Love and Fear are polar opposites. And yet it’s funny how one always follows the other. *sigh*

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- bornstoryteller on July 15, 2011 at 9:32 pm said:
  
  Hi Joy…yeah, sometimes when things are not on solid ground, negatives abound.
  
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mumuGB on July 15, 2011 at 12:04 pm said:

Doomed love. But is it really love?

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- bornstoryteller on July 15, 2011 at 9:30 pm said:
  
  For some people, sadly, it is. Thanks M.
  
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Roy A. Ackerman, Ph.D., E.A. on July 15, 2011 at 7:24 am said:

Oh, this could be a start of a doomed marriage. It could be helicopter parents and their children. In either case, the vocalizer lacks self-esteem. The voice resonates with the need for another to validate it, its aspirations, and its core.
True love should involve two equal participants, both able to stand alone, but the union yields a multiplying effect that cannot be enumerated.

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- bornstoryteller on July 15, 2011 at 9:29 pm said:
  
  I love the term “Helicopter parents”. Nice. I’m gonna steal it, Roy. Thanks.
  
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Maureen Hunter on July 15, 2011 at 3:25 am said:

An interesting poem Stuart. What I took from the words is love that is fearful, love that is scared, love that is cloying, love that tethers, no matter how tight the tether, eventually seeks release and you are left alone, as you predicted because of the need to be loved.
Quite powerful -

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- Dangerous Linda on July 15, 2011 at 4:33 am said:
  
  thank you for your interpretation, maureen. it is as powerful for me as the poem itself.
  
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- bornstoryteller on July 15, 2011 at 6:32 am said:
  
  Maureen, great interpretation. There’s no subterfuge in this, at least not for me. Thank you.
  
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Dangerous Linda on July 15, 2011 at 12:34 am said:

this is confusing and a little scary to me. raw emotion can be like that, i guess …

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- bornstoryteller on July 15, 2011 at 6:31 am said:
  
  Hey Danger: I’ll explain the root of the song if you want (this was another song, btw)…and it’s not about me.
  
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scatteredpeicesofme on July 15, 2011 at 12:26 am said:

Wonderful!

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- bornstoryteller on July 15, 2011 at 6:30 am said:
  
  Thank you Scattered.
  
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