In these drunken parables I hide.
Trying to push all my feelings aside.
Bottling them all up deep inside
by this, with My time I bide.
For not saying it as the truth
in that run down old telephone booth.
Talking to you before you moved.
How we talked about the ways we grooved.
Now you're long gone this holiday
I never knew how much I wanted you to stay.
Now the wind has blown it all away.
My feelings now have nowhere to play.
Maybe the paths will cross again or end.
It's hard to forget how to need or depend.
Then again we might meet after the seasons pass
or will this simple good-bye, truly be our last?
For that sweet moments embrace
I will always remember the depth of her face.
Seeing someone smile so close
for wanting something the most.
How life can change in just a good-bye
like how a memory can bring a tear to your eye.

10/20/2003

Posted on 10/20/2003
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