Memories Yet Made

Ear Worm

Where did THIS come from?

Baby, I’m-a want you Baby, I’m-a need you You the only one I care enough to hurt about

Maybe I’m-a crazy But I just can’t live without Your loving and affection Giving me direction Like a guiding light to help me Through my darkest hour

Lately I’m-a praying That you’ll always be a-staying beside me

Used to be My life was just emotions passing by Feeling all the while And never really knowing why

Lately I’m-a praying That you’ll always be A-staying beside me

Used to be my life Was just emotions passing by Then you came along And made me laugh And made me cry You taught me why

Baby, I’m-a want you Baby, I’m-a need you

Oh, it took so long to find you, baby

Baby, I’m-a want you Baby, I’m-a need you

A longing to get back to something that I never had. How can I miss you when I don’t even know you? There is such a pull on my heart and soul. My brain is thrashing about in its inability to conjure up a logical reason as to why.

My heart aches.

My soul questions.

You’ve got me tangled up and again, no idea why.

I light up when you’re around. But when you’re gone?

My heart aches.

Ideas, notions, and emotions have been rolling like an unhappy sea inside of me. I don’t know that I like this. I’m even keel, emotionless, steady, steadfast. Or at least I used to be.

What have you done to me? Have you cast a spell? How have you pulled me in with barely any effort?

Why can I see you in my mind’s eye coming through the front door after a long day of work? Why can I see me greeting you with a nuzzle to the throat and tears of happiness in my eyes?

Warmth. Safety. Love.

I’ve been fine sleeping alone for years. Now all I can envision is being curled up into you. Your arms around me. Me letting my guard down and finally being able to breathe.

Whatever things are true, whatever things are noble, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy — meditate on these things. Philippians 4:8

Are my ascended ones, ancient ones, ancestors, and guardian angels all attempting to communicate with me? Are they telling me He is on His way? Will I know The He when he arrives?

Who is The He, oh mighty ones? Tell me more. You have my attention and He has my yearning.

Impatiently, I wait.

Baby, I’m-a-Want You performed by Bread Produced by David Gates Album Baby I’m-a Want You