Monday, March 31, 2014

Empty Envelopes

As if I could restrain
Watching you board the train
Calling out in vain
For you to stay
As if I could defy
The swelling ‘round my eyes
As good fortune for I
Always seemed to pray
I knew it then and there
But you could not hear
The time you couldn’t spare
The bridge now a pier
The train it leapt off
Into the cold blue
Its destination was
Never meant for you
The letters that I meant
The ones I would have sent
To tell you of my hopes

Now empty envelopes

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