Trace your every scar

While I’m trying to forget

Which of them I left.

Mad man, a blue box
Strange what sadness this has brought
Such a simple phrase.

Some days I wonder

How many friends will simply

Become memories.

We say we’ll be there

Yet when the hour has been late

You are miles away.

You asked me for mail

So I wrote every week

I kept my promise.

And in an eye’s blink

We went from everything

To nothing at all.

Thunderclouds in June,

Rain has answered my harsh cries

Leaves gliding southward.

Laying down to rest

I hold my pillow near

I feel you beside me

Though you can’t be here.

You’re thousands of miles away

In distance and in heart

Even nose to nose,

We’re a galaxy apart.

We’ve struggled to get closer,

Opened up our walls

Sent every letter on the wind,

Watching each, as it falls.

Descending into chaos

The twisting turning lines

I’m reaching my limit

Full of unpaid fines.

So they’ve now come to tow me

An unsettled, broken heap

Perturbed you’d find something

To try and steal, to keep.

So now I’m lock away

I’ve sealed up my soul.

Where you once found rest,

There lies a vacant hole.

A space I once would fill

In my naive haste

A broken frame,

Torn picture, trifling waste.

Not this time, I’ve promised

I won’t replace, I’ll heal.

So don’t you worry love,

I’ll deal.

It is sad to think

That I can’t trust my heart to

Choose the one I’ll love.

I said “I love you”

And in your hesitation,

The moment was lost.