The Traveler

The Traveler By Kevin Robey March 15, 2014 There came a day when she started holding her breath There’s nothing left She's a victim of theft Among the dying days that mark this sinner’s death The very next day I ran out of things to say There’s nothing left I'm a victim of theft I second-guessed the careless way I gave my heart away So what do you do when the past becomes a part of you? There’s nothing left but time and these crazy thoughts I can’t help but smile, thinking of all I’ve been through Long ago I figured out that happy endings can’t be bought That last seconds of her still ringing in my ears That’s over now I still don't know how Every second forming ripples from drops of my tears That final day, I still remember when our sunset arrived They're over now Those outdated vows I squinted my eyes and remembered why I’m still alive I don’t know what I see in the mirror anymore Reflections escape to the darkness in retreat I still can’t help but smile even wider than before Knowing I’ll never be the man from her distant memories So I smile… I smile through it all For no reason… No reason at all.