Sometimes it’s the worst thing in the world,
The subtle death by silence.
To see you and another drift by years apart,
Or months or days,
When you live for the moments all too brief,
Where hello never means as much as goodbye.
Sometimes it makes me cry,
I shed a tear or two, and just a few more,
For the friends washed up on other shores.
I trace their names in the sand,
Never wanting to let them go.
I’m a sentimental fool,
Who lets his feelings show way too late.
But if I could I’d say it with all the feeling in the world,
Please don’t go...