An Odyssey

When the night was young,

I saw a girl…

Across a long hallway filled with people I didn’t care about,

Talk of nonsense and forgotten meanings.

All of them looking at me except for you,

All laughing and drinking and growing fat together,

But not you.

Almost as if I was running,

I couldn’t stop gravity from pulling me towards you.

It was then you told me,

That you could show me paradise.

My long journey began with a few words and sounds of piano keys,

Singing to songs we barely knew in the streets we walked too many times,

Warms meals after a stormy nightfall,

Snow that wrinkled her nose and made her shiver,

The sound she would make as she curled up half asleep,

Smiles and tears where what kept us alive,

And dreams we shared together.

In this life we lived,

You told me it could be paradise.

Even in our darkest of days,

When nothing seemed to hold us together,

When you looked upon me with distaste,

Screams of sorrow and anger slashed at each our hearts,

And the lighting clouds themselves couldn’t match us.

In those days you always reminded me,

We used to have paradise.

At a journeys end,

When you have to look back at the decisions you made,

Will telling me you could offer me paradise be a mistake?

Will you doubt the smiles and songs and dreams and peaceful sleeps?

Or will I be the one that would offer you paradise,

One which we made together.