The Times You’ve Come

While I sit here trying to get this damned virtual machine up and running, I put my media player on shuffle and this song came up 3 times in 2 hours (so much for shuffle). I do have to say that I really didn’t mind. It’s a Jackson Browne song that still holds some very good memories even after a long, long time. It reminds me of a certain someone that occupies a very special place in my heart. Here’s to you… you know who you are.

“The Times You’ve Come”
by Jackson Browne

In the time we’ve known
That we each are a part of one another
We’ve lost as much as we have won
And as our lives have grown
We have found that it only brings us pain
That hangs on to the things that we have done
Still I’ve loved the times you’ve come

When you went away
Taking all that I’d built my false road on
I dropped my life and couldn’t find the pieces
Now you come and go
And it’s hard but I feel my strength returning
We’ll see how far this new road reaches
We’ll see a little more each time we come

Now everybody’s gonna tell you it’s not worth it
Everybody’s gotta show you their own thing
You might try to find your way up around it
But the need for love will still remain

Now we’re lying here
So safe in the ruins of our pleasures
Laughter marks the place where we have fallen
And our lives are near
So it wouldn’t occur to us to wonder
Is this the past or the future that is calling

You know I’ve loved these times you’ve come.

Just as Beautiful

I leaned back in my chair
I closed my eyes and
I saw
Everything,
Each moment,
From the time that we met
Until the time that you
Walked away,

When we first met
When we first slept together
Every time after that…

That time we quit,
Then spent all night on the phone
Making up and
Swearing
We would never quit again

I saw you one evening,
You took me to dinner
To tell me that you were sick,
Then I cried the entire drive home,

I see all of these moments and more,
From the depths of my memory,
Memories that have not been taken,
Memories I am thankful for,

As painful as some of them are,
There are so many more that are
Just as beautiful

— GB

An Old Pain

It is after one and
The lights are low
Even the crickets and
The frogs have
Gone to sleep

There’s a book on
The pillow
Begging me to
Crack its spine
So I can get lost
In it
For a while

But I can’t turn away
These thoughts of you
Haunt me in little ways
Almost every night

I let you in
To preserve you
In my heart and my head

It would be worse if I
Ever lost any part of you
So I endure these
Repeated points of pain

I wrap my arms around me
Pretending you are in
My embrace
A quiet tear slips down
My cheek
Remembering you are not
Actually here

It is just an old pain I
Choose to inflict
Upon myself

— GB

ghosts of memories

ghosts of memories
creep into my brain
disrupting turning
wheels, inviting
other wraiths of
remembrance
to invade my
consciousness,
going nowhere
against my walls
too high to scale
too thick to breach
not a crack to slither
through

ghost of memories
challenge my mind
asking of their
existence, shall
they remain ghosts
or may the become
reality, affecting
more minds than mine

memories of ghosts
that used to haunt
my mind, come
crashing in on me
for another time around,
serving as a reminder
of things that went before

ghosts and memories
co-mingle, obscuring
all that is and used to be,
questions sought,
inquiries unanswered,
from the fog,
neither wrong, nor right

my mind welcomes the
blank night, quiet now
answering none,
the ghosts and memories
satisfied that their work
is done, and done well,
there are no more
queries this night

— GB