You made the right choice by leaving.. if you are...
you deserve the happiness in the world...
I can't pretend that
you're here...
If you have not walked in my shoes,
Down the road that is dark and bleak...
My eyes sweat with exhaustion
I'm battered and badly bruised...
I can't keep you from
rising in my heart...
Word of your coming reached me far too late
did not halt the binding promise...
From a park bench he
yawns and stand in Harrod's brogues...
The moment you meet the man
who promised you of a better life...
I could almost swear it was yesterday's sky that...
that must've been someone else's world. For my sky...
There,
a sigh, a soft remembered sound...
I once held love within a grasp
so tender as to leave no bruise...
That moment when love is not love
but it's questions...