.....

you abandon with such disdain
so much awareness in your parting footsteps
yes you forsake as if you know me well
you know just how i'd loathe to be forsaken


i give you sun
you answer me with rainfall
my windows weathered many of those storms
how can the end stand next to the beginning
how can this house have windows but no doors


the whispered will, will still be spoken words
and even runaways are tears away from staying
what can i cry you, if I can't cry you home
with worn out soles and even warm embraces


ah yes - you leave with flare
with glass for eyes, your smell is slowly changing
your posture is as sharp as my dispair
you leave with firmness, lips and fists still clenching


so many summers passed,
so many kisses after you my mouth has tasted
and here you are, again - afar
i bow my head for all the moments wasted