OM May 2008 - "Stay With Me"
May 2008 - Lyrics to "Stay With Me" by Bobby Caldwell
Didn't we say forever
I still believe feeling's strong enough
Where is our happy ending
And all of our promises
I want you to stay
Another year past, another candle lit.
It was twenty years before I could bring myself to think about her again, and it had been by complete accident. Half a world away from where we met and loved, I saw a girl with the same gold-kissed hair walking through a village market, a basket hung from her elbow. Before, I would have turned and fled and drowned myself in wine. But that day, I simply watched the girl select herbs from a cart, pay and go her way.
I felt the loneliness, but I also remembered the warmth.
It was her birthday. Something in me knew that I wanted to remember again, and to do some remembrance, as well. I briefly considered ducking into the closest chapel and lighting a candle for her there, but that was not where memories of her belonged.
And so, I purchased twenty candles, and that night, found a clearing in the forest. Atop a low, flat rock, I set the candles and lit them, one by one. There was no prayer, and no wine, only myself and my memories.
I was somewhere else entirely the next year, but this time, I remembered. On the night of her birthday, I again found a clearing outside of the town, under the open sky, surrounded by the sounds of the world, and I lit a candle.
Every year, I find a spot as untouched as possible near where I am, and I light another candle. I sit and remember. Sometimes, I cry. Sometimes, I feel the anger and frustration grow until I scream. Most of the time, I simply watch the flame flicker and dance.
It will never be easier, but I will never forget.
And that, I suppose, is the point.
(295)
Muse: Gregory Coleville
Original Character
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Didn't we say forever
I still believe feeling's strong enough
Where is our happy ending
And all of our promises
I want you to stay
Another year past, another candle lit.
It was twenty years before I could bring myself to think about her again, and it had been by complete accident. Half a world away from where we met and loved, I saw a girl with the same gold-kissed hair walking through a village market, a basket hung from her elbow. Before, I would have turned and fled and drowned myself in wine. But that day, I simply watched the girl select herbs from a cart, pay and go her way.
I felt the loneliness, but I also remembered the warmth.
It was her birthday. Something in me knew that I wanted to remember again, and to do some remembrance, as well. I briefly considered ducking into the closest chapel and lighting a candle for her there, but that was not where memories of her belonged.
And so, I purchased twenty candles, and that night, found a clearing in the forest. Atop a low, flat rock, I set the candles and lit them, one by one. There was no prayer, and no wine, only myself and my memories.
I was somewhere else entirely the next year, but this time, I remembered. On the night of her birthday, I again found a clearing outside of the town, under the open sky, surrounded by the sounds of the world, and I lit a candle.
Every year, I find a spot as untouched as possible near where I am, and I light another candle. I sit and remember. Sometimes, I cry. Sometimes, I feel the anger and frustration grow until I scream. Most of the time, I simply watch the flame flicker and dance.
It will never be easier, but I will never forget.
And that, I suppose, is the point.
(295)
Muse: Gregory Coleville
Original Character
Please reply here.