Maybe Next Year

Author's Notes

"I think in rhythm. In shapes and patterns. Sentences are often built around that pulse. The melody had been swirling inside my head for days, perhaps a week. Not only am I a musician, I am a bassist. That may lead my writing to feel constructed or mechanical, but it's always with intent. The words hit me one morning, a morning so much like every morning, it became this. She's in my dreams, in my blood. The very pulse of me."

I wake with a longing inside
From the voice inside my dream
The gentle whisper when you said good night
I reach to feel you near
Find the words left in my night
I draw a breath, a gentle sigh

Maybe next year you’ll be by my side
Maybe next year you’ll be by my side

I trace your skin in my mind
Kiss the memory of your touch
And my heart skips when you say “Hi~”
I never knew that dreams were real
Still, you’ve left no doubt in my head
It was always going to be you

Maybe next year you’ll be by my side
Maybe next year you’ll be by my side

Certain next year you’ll be by my side
Certain next year you’ll be by my side

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