By Patsy Collins
Drink Choice - bitter expresso.
You think I'm free, don't you? Because you saw me leave, you imagine I
can stretch my wings and fly away from you. Stay away. You think you
set me free - as though you had that power. You do have power. Not
enough to keep me loving you and not enough to release me. But you
You must find the power.
I did love you once and you loved me. We thought we had a future
together. We have futures still, I suppose. There's more to come. It's
not what you dreamed though. Not even in those dark dreams that made
you moan and sweat 'til you woke and sat staring into the night. A
blackness that wasn't as dark as what you'd seen. I thought then that
you'd seen into my mind, but you couldn't have done. No one can see
where there is no light.
Do you think of me and know I'm not really gone? Do you know that what
you almost glimpse, almost recognise is not a shadow? It's the
silhouette of our love. It's what remains when the love is gone. No
love, but no release. No freedom. I'm bound to you until death do us
And you must set me free.