Don't Speak
12-31-2016
kuchenhexe

I'm hearing things, hearing voices,
Words said were said, passing through.
Tell her I said, pass along now,
Best of wishes, tell her, won't you?
And all the promises, I'll be there.
On this you can depend, I guarantee.
You know I'd love to be there, but things happen
I'll make it up to you, wait and see.

And so I sit here waiting
At the place where life goes on.
There's plenty things to see here
If one looks down beyond
Past the cracks and in the shadows
At the tattered vows gone vagabond.
Where all the in a minutes, do it laters,
And not right nows have gone.
The minutes and times add up in the sand
As life slips away and moves on.

What's a mere six months, a year or more?
The carousel turns, and the calendar flips its page.
So busy, so rushed, life's frantic you know,
And a simple hi and love you is hard to say.
When the silence is deep and the lines are dead,
And the wolves are howling and the monster's there,
You're left to guess and hope you're right,
You're not forgotten and they still care.

And so I sit here waiting
At the place where life goes on.
There's plenty things to see here
If one looks down beyond
Past the cracks and in the shadows
At the tattered vows gone vagabond.
Where all the in a minutes, do it laters,
And not right nows have gone.
The minutes and times add up in the sand
As life slips away and moves on.

If you wish to pen perfection
That would fill Browning's heart with rue,
That's all fine and good, my dear,
But style does not time accrue.
Save your fussing and your frets
For when I've since gone to ash,
Unless you rather would not care to speak
And we'll just let this moment pass.

So pass on by, don't say a word,
We'll nod politely when it's called.
Between us though, can we end the pretense
Of crocodile caring, give-a-damn so-called?
Parachutes which do not open
As you plummet the ground
Well, you're lucky if you're here to need anything
A second time around.

And so I sit here waiting
At the place where life goes on.
There's plenty things to see here
If one looks down beyond
Past the cracks and in the shadows
At the tattered vows gone vagabond.
Where all the in a minutes, do it laters,
And not right nows have gone.
The minutes and times add up in the sand
As life slips away and moves on.

I feel like Wil E. Coyote
After a hard run of backfired plans
Only instead of trying to catch dinner
I've been trying to catch friends.
And no, one shouldn't have to chase them,
Which means I'm doing it all wrong.
Since I'm invisible and useless,
Guess it's good that I'll be gone.