2007.

A really old tune rustled the peace within.

Circling the tired what-could-have-beens, what I felt when I consciously pulled away from You corroded the pain from watching afar in muffled silence and tumbled into my lap.

I missed You then.

I miss You now.


Did You love her
The way You loved me?
Suddenly I'm back at the core
Thinking of her
Who had you before.
Were you as good, as good as we are?
Do You remember?

Did You love her
The way You loved me?
Is there a chance that there might be
Traces of her
That you carry under the surface?

[ Under The Surface - Marit Larsen ]