Free from the Haunting

Free from the Haunting                             March 14, 2006

In August, I journeyed down memory lane

Just to see if you're still there.

I didn't know what I was going to see,

Or whether I'd be seared and run away.

I pulled you out that old black case,

Put you together, sounded you out,

And though those tones were so familiar,

The feel was so foreign to me.

I remember when we first had our love affair

Back in the old days of high school,

And I recall our prolonged and sweaty rolls in the hay

That would last roughly six hours a day.

Then, the haunting came along the way,

And in college, our love wasn't the same.

Things changed, and they only got worse

A long time before they got any better.

And that's when I decided it was time to settle,

To settle the score with my demons.

I tried to pull you out of the case again,

But there was no kind of reciprocating love.

It took me August, September, October,

And November before I finally knew

I was free from the haunting.