A Handful Of Tears

I lasted until the end of the driveway
Before I felt everything coming down.
I knew those notes were going to haunt me,
That every time they reached my ear,
I would remember you perfectly as you were.

Everything up until then was roses,
Another page of fiction brought to life.
But sadness comes with a single turn,
And with you gone now,
No trains or bridges can comfort me.

I watched you walk through the door
That I cannot follow.
My own, I cannot see through the stars—
Those friends I have not lost,
Who I will not have to kiss goodbye.

Memory lane is nothing to walk alone.
Especially when it trails into darkness,
Winding through white waters,
Arriving to this infinite clearing,
Where every moment of the present

Becomes a living testament
To the lives we’ve led and hands we’ve held.
You are the all of my summer—
This was something worth caring about.
You are someone worth sharing.

I would ask if this was over yet,
But nothing’s over while it still stings.
The hair binder circling my wrist
Grows tighter, carrying proof
That I once laid next to you.

Stillwater lay my head to rest,
Your nights have sent me spinning
Since I can remember being happy.
How can you be only five minutes
Down the street and still be away?

How will this couch carry my body,
When I still carry such hopeless dreams?
You’ve gone silent again,
Except this time not to think about the future,
This time not to think of me.

I’ve run myself out of words to say.
This is my greatest sadness.
The only things surrounding me now
Are brilliant flashes of your face;
Whispers of a coming change.