A Life Without You
A thousand thoughts race through my mind during these times when we’re alone.
A million reasons for this work, but we follow that one reason that tells us no.
A life without you does not seem so good.
My life, I’m just not happy. I’m not treating it like I should.
Lord, if you could make this happen, how I wish you would.
I wake without you near me, but oh how I dream I could.
I scan the world around me, searching for an alternative to you.
I find her less though, no one ignites me as you do.
I see your smile on another, and I trick myself into thinking it’s you.
But I can’t fool myself forever. My heart beats just for you.
This life shuts us from each other, but I still see you in my dreams.
You stand like an angel before me, and I crumble to my knees.
Covered in sweat, I awaken, my throat so dry I can hardly breathe.
My heart sinks to the floor; our love is just a fantasy.
A life without you does not seem so good.
My life, I’m just not happy. I’m not treating it like I should.
Lord, if you could make this happen, how I wish you would.
I wake without you near me, but oh how I dream I could.
Imagining the two of us together has got me believing in more.
A vision of a future without you, I’m not comfortable tonight.
Picturing you with another, in my mind, it’s these thoughts I fight.
An image of you so happy, these two worlds that keep us apart.
I’ve got to believe there’s a way. I’ve got to believe this love is true.
I’ve got dreams so vivid of a life I strive to attain.
A life of a million smiles. A life of love for us.
This is about losing someone that you care very deeply for. It's about not fighting for either the individual or the relationship when times are tough. It's about regret. It's about falsely believing that you can catch lightning in a bottle more than once or that there are millions of fish at sea. Insert whatever cliche you want, but it's about looking back and realizing you should have been stronger or fought harder for something important to you. It's about losing something very, very important and trying to come to grips with the idea that it will never be coming back.
Written in 2004
Copyright, The Poetry of Bryan Buser