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Reminders of You, Reminders of Heartbreak

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The song, “Sooner or Later,” by Mat Kearney is one that always brings up strong memories of one person.  This may come across as a very sad writing challenge, but it is just the memories.  This is what I feel when I hear the song.  It unlocks a part of me that is usually tightly tucked away.

We’re all standing with our backs against the wall, Sooner or later.

Waiting on a phone that never calls, at all.

Heartbreak comes rollin’ in like a storm, Sooner or later.

Trying to swim but your sinking like a stone, Alone.

I am now the one standing with my back against the wall.  I was the one – the phone that never called.  I came in as heartbreak, causing more damage than any storm.  We both tried to swim, and I know I know we both sank like stones.  Except there is no we; there’s you and then there’s me.

And I can feel fire in the night

Waiting here

Baby it’s like we’re

Walking on a wire through the fear

Take my hand

We’ll get there

There was fire in the night.  There was fire in our hearts.  There was fire when we held hands.  There were sparks when I thought of you.  The everyday reminders of you.  Hearing a song – this song – and thinking of you.  You would listen to it on repeat, and now it burns of you.  We thought we would get there.

Sooner or later I swear we’re gonna make it, we’re gonna make it,

Sooner or later I swear we’re gonna make it, we’re gonna make it

Milk and honey till we get our fill

I’ll keep chasing it I always will

Sooner or later, I swear

We’ll make it there

Sooner than later

It is now later, and there is no “we.”  What exactly happened, I’m not sure.  Maybe the milk went sour; the honey became bitter.  We thought we were going to make it, but I had my fill.  You kept chasing, but I was scared.  Sooner became later, and we did not make it there.

We’re all waiting on a dream that’s hard to own, Sooner or later

Trying to feel the high without the low, you know

It’s impossible to feel the high without the low.  There is always a low.  We had dreams together.  I had dreams of you and I know you had dreams of me.  And we had dreams for ourselves.  I hear this song and I remember those dreams.  We wanted to travel the world, camp in the mountains, go on adventures, and do it all together.  This song uncovers memories of your bedroom, listening to it on repeat, and traveling the world in our mind, through pictures and tourist books.

You can feel fire in the night

Lying here

Baby it’s like we’re

Walking on a wire through the fear

Take my hand

We’ll get there

It was not a wire we walked initially.  It was a reinforced, fenced in, sturdy bridge.  There was no doubt.  Then I broke the bridge.  To me, it had dwindled down to a wire.  To you, it looked like I came in with gale-force winds and annihilated what you thought was a secure bridge.  You reached to take me hand, but I pulled it away.

The fear inside

The hills we’ve climbed

The tears this side of heaven

All these dreams inside of me

I swear were gonna get there.

I wish I could have better explained the fear inside.  I was young, but we had conquered so much together.  There should not have been tears, because in your mind, we were heaven.  All of those dreams we had, I shattered.  I wish we were going to get there.  I wish hearing this song did not bring up the memories of heartbreak and sadness.  It now brings up a picture of you instead of the actual you.  What breaks my heart the most, is that I know when you hear this song even now, a piece of your heart still breaks too.