There are days
when I want nothing more...

Best laid plans are often found
hidden and cowering...

You're
A puzzle; a riddle...

You left us without any answers, my friend.
Just tears and broken smiles...

Days like today,
when rain slaps the pavement...

You raised your arms for an embrace,
And I, I'm ashamed to say...

Each night before I fall asleep,
I send up a prayer...

So this is how it ends:
arms folded resolutely...

I've heard talk that says
that the heart...

I'm not hearing the
goodbye...

Feet firmly planted
directly over the line...

I've grown accustomed
to you leaving...