I watched you
as you were leaving...
slow, was a relevant term
for into your soul your eyes
revealed,
Our life lay ed out in plan.
My words were
sunken and muddled,
with such pain...
this departure was insane.
I've always gone
with you, don't leave me here...
your stepping into another plane,
hard for me to explain.
Promise me you'll meet me,
when my course is drawing near.
It is, once again, a case of "click those pretty little heels three times..." We always imagine outcomes but measure reality - they seldom seem to coincide...
ReplyDeleteHi Ivan,
ReplyDeleteHow true! thanks for the comment. And for the rare chances that they do...we prove it wrong by science...
bessye