Never heard what my neighbors say. I'll stand at this bridge each day. These waters still yield reflection; But the brightest stars offer no direction. Whether dark or bright in hue, the sky will reserve a light for you. My days spent where life stands still And nights full of gorgeous lights and thrill. Mere pomp in comparison, my dear Until the day that we draw near. Hope rests under that green light. Forgive me, love. I still fight With whether or not the choice I made Was ever worth the price we paid. More troubles than anyone can find Rest within this troubled mind. The colors are dull. Nearly dead. I see what once was instead. Shame left me few choices. No doubt I've heard their voices. Common men in the company of your grace And I among them all had little to keep pace. Whether or not my acts are true, I've fashioned my life for you. After navigating squalls, I rebuilt these blighted walls For when you come back someday and implore that you will stay. Say to me that you believe Beyond what logic conceives. Mr. Carraway says my time runs short, But I respond "Nonsense, Old Sport." Nothing closer to my grasp Than those hands I've longed to clasp tight and warm across my heart. I know little of these fresh starts. At this bridge my dreams are cast. Bittersweet remnants of the past. Made some moves and left a few scars All for nights under these stars Where I can't help but wonder If a love presumably tossed asunder was the victim of mere circumstance Or possibly my greatest blunder. I've less resolve to match my will. Time will tell but too much kills. I pray that distance will stand aside. Until that day, there's time to bide.
You've never left my heart, Daisy. I hope that I still have yours.
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