Vanishing Bubbles (Float Away, my Joy)

Vanishing Bubbles (Float Away, my Joy)

We sang the last Hallelujah
our mouths full of music
our eyes full of "I'll miss you"
sorrow tip-toed on the sidewalk
trying to hide in the cracks, but i saw it.
The bubbles danced above our heads
circling, looking brilliant for that instant
waiting, hovering gloriously, then- gone.
Just like the lightning years had crawled by
of those who i had held dear this year
they had walked there ancient hallways so often
running toward me like a storm, then- gone.
I looked out beyond the circle
and imagined it to be, empty
as it would be soon, without
even one of their glances back
But i am not so quick to go
standing alone in the straw and cement field...
Dry, inside tears
that would never reach the surface
in fear of being judged
for the torment of love
So i stand with eyes painfully dry
Gazing at the figures who gave me a "goodbye"
Missing you.
Missing...me.

Then spinning back to our chorus
We sat there, finite, bare, and sang
for the last time, of the last times.
the acoustic guitar strumming into our souls
no one needed to breath; A Capella friendship
Lightly attached to each other for this small time
The six of us singing the glory,
when there should have been seven.
There should have been seven.

And so there I whispered
"What happens now?"
and I won't forget your eyes in that moment
No, I won't forget the words your eyes said.

And with every drowning second,
with every touch of the hand
stroking the reminiscent guitar
another bubble vanished in the wind...
float away, my joy...float away...

Oh, there should have been seven.