Literature
It Wasn#8217t Loving You
It wasn’t loving you that made me old It’s been all the years without you since The strange journeys, the heartache, The long pain Anything’s possible, If you can’t remember Now I have a good thing, someone to share and care. It’s solid ground, As we once were. I don’t begrudge you but it’s a long time and pain alone. I had a soul a mile long thataway and it keened and keened. Even now I can feel it and I fear it, so painful. I would love to know your name if we meet again in heaven.
