
I woke up this morning
Wishing it had all been a horrible dream
But what the doctor had told me
Took my heart to it's death
•
Opening my eyes
I see that you are not there
An empty bottle of vodka lies where once you were
Surely it hasn't come to this
•
Searching through the destruction of the room
Crumpled newspapers on the floor
The name in the article
-- it can't possibly be yours
•
I close my eyes
-- hoping it will all go away
The doctor, the paper, the endless messages on the machine
They're all a collection of lies
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I kissed you goodbye as you walked out the door
Had I known; I wouldn't have let you go
An hour later I crashed through the emergency room doors
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Five minutes earlier and I could have said goodbye
That time can't be replaced
So now I sit alone
-- with a stack of pictures
-- a heart full of memories
-- and a future that will never be
•
I want to join you
-- but the timing isn't right
In time we'll be together again
-- together as one
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Goodbye my love, Goodbye.
About the Creator
John Swan
Living life in the moments. Taking the time to stop and smell the flowers and noticing all the little things that make life worth living.
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