Trouble, Heartaches and Sadness - Ann Peebles

I yearn for freedom, and peace, and music, and warm hands to hold me tight until the seaqueake goes still.

I want to take you out of my skin. I want to rub your warmth out of my cheeks, and hold tight the forgone sensation of not missing your presence in my life. I am kindly asking you to undo the steps that walked us here and place your oblivion in the sea to sail it away to the eternity of the unfulfilled stories.

Sail away, don't even say your goodbyes; take your dew and cluster the droplets to grow your very own ocean away, miles away, from where the fountain of my waters reign. 

I am not asking for anything but your oblivion; please, forget me, erase my name from your tongue. Do not say it, pretend I am the broken word where there are no voids, yet it is empty. Pretend my voice is quiet, silent, but still louder than your absence. You don't like the no-quietness, allow me to be forgotten, let my memory expire.

Let me sit in silence, in my living room's carpet, next to the sofa, at half-light. Let me sit in silence, I don't want to speak, I keep forgetting how nice it is to feel my warm hands run through my bare legs, waiting to be drawn with bright, colourful paint. Let me sit in silence, I yearn for our silence, I yearn for our solitude, I yearn for our music to become all mine again; do not even say your goodbyes, just stop pronouncing my name.