Inspired by the song “All the Things…” by The Milk Carton Kids. Some of the lyrics are included in this piece, so I will italicize those for credit purposes. I do not own the rights to everything included in this piece. It’s also a fantastic song, I included the audio so you can give it a listen!
It’s four in the morning. I’m telling this story about what you taught me of love. All that I know doesn’t feel like much, but after all that spinning I know now that it is.
From the start we moved all creation to stand where we stood, only to be buried where hearts never go. What else can a moment take from me? I wonder what’s left of me now, as I’ve given it all to you.
But I know I’ll take you with me, everywhere that I take my body and soul. Nothing is without you. You’re a vision in my mind and a broken part to my whole.
It doesn’t matter, all the things that we did and all the things that we didn’t say. If we told every last little thing that we knew, it might have changed the way. So tell me where you’ve been, please tell me how you’ve been. This is how the story goes.
Even on our best days it had never made sense, what could you possibly want from me? There’ll never be the words, it’s a familiar feeling to how the moon pulls forth the waves on the shore. Something that lacks a need to be shared.
The thoughts are pushed off in the distance but are brought back again and again each time we try. As long as you find me, I’ll never be lost.
I wish I knew what I taught you. I wish I could turn in my sleep and know exactly what I meant to you. I wish I knew all the things that I did and all the things that I didn’t try aren’t something I should regret.
This is how you became you, and I became me, and someday we’ll laugh at these stories that now make me cry. Knowing all the things that we did, all the things that we said, and all the things that we didn’t try.
A Series of Observations 