Elias, Me, Hal

I didn't capture a phone photo today. It wasn't the day for it. Instead, here is a different day's photo (me, holding my little cousin Elias, taken a year ago) and some lyrics to "Past the Point of Rescue," a song I first heard about twelve years ago in a version sung by Hal Ketchum.

Last night I dreamed you were back again, larger than life again, holding me tight again. Placing those same kisses on my brow, sweeter than ever now. Lord, I remember how--couldn't get enough of kissing. Do you know how much you're missing? No you don't, but I do.

The days like a slow train trickle by and even the words that I write refuse to fly. All I can hear is your song haunting me--can't get the melody out of my head, you see. Distractions are amusing, do you know how much you're losing? No you don't, but I do. But I do, and I wonder if I'm past the point of rescue. Is no word from you at all the best that you can do? I never meant to push or shove you. Do you know how much I love you? No you don't, but I do.

I swore I'd never fall like this again--fools like me never win--came to my knees again. Can't close the door on likelihood. Things might be just as good, I always believed they would. Gotta let your love invite me, baby, do you think it might be--?
No you don't, but I do.

But I do, and I wonder if I'm past the point of rescue. Is no word from you at all the best that you can do? I never meant to push or shove you. Do you know how much I love you? No, you don't. But I do

But I do, and I wonder if I'm past the point of rescue. Is no word from you at all the best that you can do? I never meant to push or shove you. Do you know how much I love you? No, you don't--but I do.

I know you don't, but I do. I know you don't. But I do.