I sit here and listen to the train go by
M83 plays on the radio
They sing of "no time"
The realization hits that there is no time
There is never enough time
The whistle of the train covers the sound of my sobs
The loves of my life are gone with the tide
Oblivion comes on next
The nights are long
My tears stain my cheeks, my pillow, my sheets
I'm not ready to say goodbye
"And when the nights are long
All those stars recall, your goodbye, your goodbye"
I'm calling to them
I still need you
I'm not ready to say goodbye
I'm not ready to say goodnight
© Spiritual Animystical
MEANING:
A poem I wrote after the death of my Shih Tzu, Colby. I miss you my dear boy!
