Raise Your Drinking Glass...Here's to Yesterday

Slipping Through Your Fingers

There were times when you would hold on to me so tightly, that I almost couldn't breathe, yet I felt more alive than ever, as I told myself I was secure, I was smothered by the warmth of your embrace.

And then you would let go ever so lightly, sending me swirling, as you went on your separate way, yet I always saw your shaddow, and I knew you would return, I shielded myself with memories of our past.

When you think you have a handle on the situation- do you ever take a step back?
Have you ever tried to grasp the whole picture and see the moments in between?