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You who are so good at keeping things vague.
Well, I'll be damned. Here comes your ghost again and here I sit, hand on the telephone, hearing a voice I'd known a couple of light years ago. We both know what memories can bring. They bring diamonds and rust.
You burst on the scene, already a legend. The unwashed phenomenon. The original vagabond.
You strayed into my arms and there you stayed, temporarily lost at sea.
You're telling me you're not nostalgic. Then give me another word for it,
you who are so good with words, and at keeping things vague.
I need some of that vagueness now, it's all come back too clearly.
from Diamonds And Rust by Joan Baez
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Back when wanting was enough.
I can see us lost in the memory. August slipped away into a moment in time.
It was never mine.
I can see us twisted in bedsheets. August sipped away like a bottle of wine.
You were never mine.
I remember thinking I had you. Back when we were still changing for the better.
Wanting was enough. For me, it was enough.
To live for the hope of it all. Cancel plans just in case you'd call.
Back when I was living for the hope of it all.
from "August" by Taylor Swift
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: Dedicated.
