“I know somebody and they cry for you.
They lie awake at night and dream of you.
I bet you never even know they do, but somebody’s crying.

I know somebody and they called your name.
A million times and still you never came.
They go on loving you just the same, I know that somebody’s trying.

So please, return the love you took from me.
Or please, let me know if it can’t be me, I know when,
Somebody’s lying, I know when somebody’s lying.

I know that somebody’s lying, I know that somebody’s lying.

Give me a sign and let me know we’re through.
If you don’t love me like I love you.
But if you cry at night the way I do I’ll know that somebody’s lying.

So please, return the love you took from me.
Or please, let me know if it can’t be me.
I know when somebody’s lying, I know when somebody’s lying.
Oh I, oh I……”
“Somebody’s Crying” Chris Isaak

You are out there reading these words for whatever reasons make sense to you. You say your love is dead and left in the past, that the time to move on and push ahead has long since arrived but I don’t buy it.

To just visit would be mean, punitive and unreasonable but that is not how I view it.

Actions speak louder than words and yours contradict what you say.

You remember what was and wonder if perhaps there isn’t more magic left in the moment. It is not comfortable to walk among the ashes or to wander down the haunted halls of things that once were because if you open some doors you can’t know what the consequences of those actions will be.

It is a different sort of Pandora’s Box and some times you think amnesia would help because your heart wouldn’t push you to seek the one that filled the holes and made your soul sing.

But the fire still burns and nothing you can do or say will change that. The flames still burn as bright as ever and the flickering light could be turned into the sort of bonfire that is all consuming.

Still you won’t let go of the rigid control of the situation because you don’t want to rely upon things that you cannot taste, touch or feel. You want proof. You want concrete evidence that the risk is worth it and that the consequences won’t be severe.

But fear pushes you the other way so you lie about your heart and your feelings. You deny your deepest desires and pretend that hope is something left for movies, suckers and fools.

Yet the whispers remain and the magnet pulls you back towards whom you are running from.

Up is down and inside is out. Night is day and life is just a bit more chaotic and confused than you wish.

And just when you think you have it under control you stand outside and look up at the moon wondering if the one you shouldn’t think about is looking up at it too because maybe that magic you don’t want to believe in but hope for will manifest itself again.

Maybe, just maybe it will come back and this time you’ll figure out how to catch lightning in a bottle.

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