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“If I leave here tomorrow”


Lonely days of glass dividers and tissue boxes
Pecking away like a chisel on some old piece of granite
Feeling the pain of each sorrowed sentence
Carving words on obsolete paper in faded scratch marks


“Would you still remember me?”


My reflection finds me a stranger of warped shapes
Names bounce off of walls and scatter to the stained floor
I have read those pieces of promised hope and lover’s sins
Said my peace in volumes straight from my heart


“For I must be traveling on now”


It seems the shadows have faded into a still breeze
Hectic lives infuse dancing dreams with left over cottage cheese
Faces are seen, hiding in plain site, hoping not to be found
Bins overflow with the un-perused and wishful thinking


“Cause there’s too many places I’ve got to see”


Beyond this horizon is calling in a faint echo
Winding paths offering more than what I have, whispering on slow winds
Forgotten, in due time, as another sun sets
And a mourning dove coos my sad farewell


“I’m as free as a bird ~


now”