The End of It All
it's the end of summer with another promise gone
the days are so much shorter with winter coming on
and while I thought that I could wait
for your return or a twist of fate
I see that it is fading fast
wafting in the breezes that pass
as the sun sinks low on our horizon
I see you on the street but you can't meet my eyes
the one hanging on your arm was really a surprise
all the things I ever said--you know they were all true
love doesn't score a victory if only one is blue
I wait for the rain to stop while you block out my sun
I know that it was over for you before it was begun
now the moon is rising high on a canvass made of stars
the western wind is scattering seeds of all that used to be
wild birds are feasting on the soul of what won't keep
the tides eternal tune play on under a gravitational moon
waves sweep on the endless beach where I last walked with you
footsteps taunt while memories haunt and dream all fade to black
a realization when I awake that you're not coming back
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Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
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