The Long Goodbye
We watch you slowly walk away,
beckoned by the thief
who leads you.
In the evening light,
distant stars shine brightly,
but closer suns have lost their flame.
We call to you,
dragging on your hands to slow you down.
Remember when?
But our words
run like water through your fingers
and you shake your head.
You know us still;
your humour sparks our laughter.
But the present holds a joy that quickly dies.
How long before you wave
and turn the corner,
leaving us to mourn?
We watch you slowly walk away,
beckoned by the thief
who leads you.
In the evening light,
distant stars shine brightly,
but closer suns have lost their flame.
We call to you,
dragging on your hands to slow you down.
Remember when?
But our words
run like water through your fingers
and you shake your head.
You know us still;
your humour sparks our laughter.
But the present holds a joy that quickly dies.
How long before you wave
and turn the corner,
leaving us to mourn?
Katie W Stewart 2010
1 comment:
Written from the heart, Katie - and so familiar to those of us who've been there too. Thank you.
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