Who hurts more?
The song got to me – kind of unsuspecting. I was going along and then boom, out of the blue, the lyrics that have been in my head are coming from you. So I went to sleep that night, and at 3AM I woke on my right side, holding you, smelling you, I could feel your hair in my face, but at 3AM in my grogginess I realized it was a pillow I was holding and I tried to lull myself back to you in the dream – but couldn’t – so I wept and wept and wept all those heavy tears while holding tightly to the pillow till the sun came up and forced me out of myself.
And then I see you not too long afterwards and I’m obnoxious. Like a bull in a china closet. And you have your human armor encircling you as if this is war. Remember how you said you pawed the ground when your mother was holding you back as a child, I was doing the same – hooves raking the ground, flames from my nostrils, anger like a red hot branding iron that I wielded back to you since you are what is in my path, what is keeping me from moving forward.
Then time passes, love waits, time passes, love grows, time passes, love stays. I wake again, this time softer, kinder, and sorry you hurt, I hurt, and there is no peace on earth as long as the giants are suffering.