The Glorious Art of Healing.

New belt cinched 'round my waist.
Every hair in perfect place.
You are calling me again.
I forget the answerin'.
I just saw you yesterday
With your arm across her back.
I remember you that way;
I remember us like that.

Can't say I regret a thing.
Can't say I'm still listening.
But those mem'ries haunt my dreams;
Caught up in the way it seemed.

I guess this is moving on:
When both
hope and hate
are

gone.

Christina Sawyer (c) 2012