Saturday, 4 February 2012


You wish me goodnight, then you turn out the light,
You then lay with your back to me in the dark.
Are you waiting for sleep or some magical spark...
But our loves on the run, the spark will not come.

We both lay there quietly and worry and wonder.
With a silence which is louder than thunder.
Where will this all end, we're going around the bend,
All we can hear is the sound of goodbye.

We sit at the dinner table in silent despair,
We could talk of the weather, pretending we care.
We could talk about promises, talk about lies,
But it's all the same in the end.

We've nothing to say, our love's flown away.
We promised forever, that bright summers day..
We promised the truth, it now looks like a lie,
And all we can hear is the sound of goodbye.

1 comment:

Michael said...

That's a fine poem, and a situation many have endured. Keep your faith and the past will become fainter.


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