So many initials and names and declarations of love carved into the once wet cement on the Cobb in Lyme Regis.  When I walked over ‘Moggy an Hugh’ I couldn’t help wondering if they are still together or if they drifted apart, with indifference or in anger, or with bittersweet rememberings.

KD Lang’s version of Siberry’s song is the one I favor.  Pulls at my own bittersweet deep places in all the ways a song like this is supposed to.

 

 

 

Maybe it was to learn how to love

Maybe it was to learn how to leave

Or Maybe it was for the games we that played

Maybe it was to learn how to choose

Maybe it was to learn how to lose

Maybe it was for the love we made

 

Love is everything they said it would be

Love made sweet and sad the same

But love forgot to make me too blind to see

You’re chickening out aren’t you?

You’re bangin’ on the beach like an old tin drum

I can’t wait for you to make

The whole kingdom come

So I’m leaving

 

Maybe it was to learn how to fight

Maybe it was to lesson our pride

Maybe it was just natures way

Maybe it was to learn not to lie

Maybe it was to learn how to cry

Or maybe it was for the love we made

 

Love is everything they said it would be

Love made sweet and sad the same

And love forgot to make me too blind to see

You’re chickening out aren’t you?

You’re bangin’ on the beach like an old tin drum

I can’t wait for you to make

The whole kingdom come

So I’m leaving

 

First I turn to you

Then I turn away

So you try to hurt me back

Oh, it breaks your body down

So you try to love bigger

Better still

But it…is too late

 

So take a lesson from the strangeness you feel

And know you’ll never be the same

And find it in your heart to kneel down and say

I gave my love didn’t I?

And I gave it big…sometimes

And I gave it in my own sweet time

I’m just leaving

I’m just leaving