Fractured Dreams and Broken Hearts
Fractured dreams and broken hearts
I watched her get onto the bus
I stood there in the rain
She was off to find her future
I'd not see her again
I watched them load her baggage
Like so many times before
This time I watched the bus leave
And knew I'd not see her no more
Fractured dreams, and broken hearts
Together fourteen yeas
The rain felt quite refreshing
Only raindrops, no more tears
Many times we'd played this game
She'd leave and then come back
If I had to give a number
I'd lie, 'cause I've lost track
She sat beside the window
Looking down, then straight ahead
She was leaving, not on her terms
But this time, my choice instead
Somewhere there's a waitress
I'll find her soon and grab a drink
A celebration bourbon
At least two, I should think
The bus went up the highway
I turned around and walked away
I took my phone out of my jacket
Found the trash, tossed it away
Fractured dreams and broken hearts
I was tired of the game
We'd fought and made up plenty
It always ended up the same
The bus, lost in the distance
In the can, the phone did ring
I laughed and sought that waitress
and the joy that drink would bring
Fractured dreams and broken hearts
The future now was mine
I know it was now over
And it was by my design
I found a bar and went on in
Ordered up two shots, then three
My past was on a greyhound
My future, was up to me
Copyright © Roger Turner | Year Posted 2018
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