when day ends

we broke open the ginger jam,
I made toast,
we laughed about things as we spoke.

that was how it ended.

days were like smoke,
I could taste them,
they clung to me,
but were barely there at all.

how they moved your bed around,
we couldn’t see the tv,
you raised your eyes into your brow,
as you smiled at me.

that was how it ended.

tomorrow the records will not be played,
no more plans will be made,
the promises I had spoken of,
I would never have a chance to break.

and so how finally we met,
just us holding hands,
me at the side of the bed,
(relent),goodbye, upset.

we never know what will be the final words we speak,
or of the last ray of light that illuminates the empty seat.

the years will turn grey around me in time,
but when we parted, when we said our goodbyes,
those memories
will always be mine,

until I too am gone,
they will be mine alone.

when day ends

uncleblack

Joined February 2010

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