Desire Lines

(Michael Timmins)

We traced those desire lines
from our homes to her heart.
Looking for assurance
or to make a fresh start.
Was it love that drew us in?
Was it love that she’d impart?
All I know is that these ghosts,
piece by piece, are pulling me apart.

We chase those promised lives
from cradle to the grave.
Digging for an answer.
Small and lost, afraid.
Was it need that drew us in?
Was it need that she’d impart?
All I know is that these ghost,
piece by piece, are pulling me apart.

I don’t believe these days will ever end.
This open window, September spilling in.
If I could slip away without them noticing.
I’d let it begin, let it begin, let’s start again.

We traced those desire lines
from our hearts to her home.
Searching for redemption
or to cast that first stone.
Was it peace that drew us in?
Was it peace that she’d impart?
All I hope is that these ghosts
are dragging me to a richer, stronger start.