Lyrics that Make you Cry

“Lyrics that Make you Cry” he says.

And as a writer, I understand. As a songwriter, he speaks true, I believe. But as a musician, a fellow artist, does he not see how much we ourselves are a sad love song?

The lovers who meet rather late in life, at the absolutely wrong time, take their relationship lightly until it becomes something with more weight than it should possess, and damn, the lovemaking alone would make other humans fear for their wellbeing. The bond is unique, the situation untenable, but they continue. She strong and willful, but so damn giving and forgiving. He strong and willful, too, but with a soft underbelly that makes her weep for want of him. He is a romantic, a believer in all the things which are happening to him, but it’s a hidden facet, on of those many hidden facets that make her love him all the more, for the things he considers weaknesses. She is a true believer in all the things she waxes poetic about, fate and soulmates, true destiny and the path being laid before you by a knowing universe. They are in so many ways seeds of the same star. But he is well trained and he will stand resolute in a not wonderful but passable situation while his destined lover wanes like a dying moon. He thinks he is being noble. She is stubborn and outspoken, but something about her other half makes her defer to him, his decisions, his thoughts, his life choices her guide. She knows that he wants both the independent woman he first fell for and this demure wife-like thing she sometimes morphs into. She cannot help the changes, it is a direct reflection of what he is asking for with his behavior. He has a wife like thing installed in his home and she sees how he leaves her there and comes to her, and the independent woman stands fast. She wants to hold onto his arm and be his partner, but what would that take from her? She thinks she is being true.

But the fierce independence which she clings to is simply armor, and the home life he clings to is simply a safety net and they both know what they are doing but willfully look away from their own messes. She knows he believes that his wife (how else to differentiate? don’t fret about it, dear.) perhaps suspects, but knows nothing, and this is how he keeps peace in his mind. She knows that the affair is purposely tolerated for selfish reasons and cannot explain how she knows. But she hasn’t a doubt if she showed up on this man’s doorstep while he was away from home the “wife” would rage at her for having the balls to show up and break the rules of decorum. She has known all along, or at very least since the great flood.