Impersonal goodbye since its daylight
Standing, demanding in my mind:
But I don’t want a new beginning
If you’re there,
And I’m still here.
We can be friends?
Messages we’ll send
You’ll be pen and I’ll be paper;
You’ll run dry and I’ll be torn.
Physical-electrical, now just technical
The spark isn’t quite the same
But it was never under
Until you were gone,
And I remained.
Copyright ©2007 Kris Jon Voice