I Don’t Want to Stand Here
I don’t want to wake up some morning
And find that I forgot
To pass on those words
To someone I care so much about.
I don’t want to have to wish
I told this one that
And that one this.
I don’t want to be awake in the middle of the night
And suddenly have my heart ache
Because I didn’t say how much I care
Or what they really mean to me.
I don’t want those feelings wasted
Those words unused.
It is so easy to believe the right time
And still always think this is not it
But soon. I keep saying.
I don’t want to stand here on this beautiful spring day
With my heart in my throat
And tears in my eyes.
As the preacher drones
And someone sobs softly behind me
While the thought of those words
Weighs on my heart like lead.
March 24, 2002
Where I live but it’s not home
Delray Beach, Florida