Aaron Thompson Island Creek
I met you in the winter
In the bowels of Albany
We were a silent film
As we walked down Island Creek.
You said 'That lonely mountain wind
Still stirs me in my sleep.
I was a country girl back then,
A collage of tangled memories.'
I once held you in my arms
But destiny pulled us apart.
Oh, time it lingers on
Like a leaf after the storm
Like the memory of a lover
That you called your only one
So here's one to remember
And another to forget
And one to drown the voices
Of a lifetime of regret
And another for your brother
And a fifth for solitude
And this one's just for knowing
You are no one and no one is you
I once held you in my arms
But destiny pulled us apart
Across wires and setting suns
I will walk that road alone.
