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Those outdated vows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.
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