Wednesday, May 20, 2009

My tears tell the stories of so many goodbyes
Evaporating into silent, nonexistent hellos
Standing in the terminal
With flowers for you
Standing until they wilt
And eventually they’ll rot
I’ll just keep standing
Until there’s nothing left to stand for
And when I collapse
The ground will catch me
I’ll be laying amidst the rotting flowers
Singing in pathetic harmony

1 comment:

Maggie May said...

so many goodbyes...i remember once my mom said to me the more people you love, the more you will lose over lifetime, and that is the price of being so lucky