This one is by my friend, River Dixon, I had to share it. We all have been there.

The Stories In Between

We speak of rebirth

As the morning breaks around us

Something had to die before the dawn

Could take its hold on the frigid

Unforgiving taste of yesterday

It’s hard sometimes, most of the time

But we’ve worked things out this far

As I watch you from across the room

I’m taken back to the first time

Your eyes found something

Worth holding onto, in me

And now the years have brought us

To where we are today, holding on

By a thread of hope

That once again we can remember

Who that person is that somehow

Became a stranger to our eyes

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