Her voice, it sounded happy I listened selfishly Three years I haven’t seen her But she is still in me.
Our talk was small, by standards I didn’t really care Since on this night of empty words – It’s feelings I would share
She told me of her college days While work wore out the nights Why she “hasn’t done a social thing” Her time has been so tight.
I closed my eyes And thanked the clock for playing kindly thief No mention of another - I blew the sigh relief
Euphoria begins with quivers in the soul - And how do you stop a rock that’s begun it’s downhill roll Aching was my heart – At hearing that voice again Take this letter now – to heaven my feelings send..
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It came without much warning A shower in summertime She mentioned it in passing – The truth so hard to find.
“My boyfriend can’t communicate but treats me really nice. Our future is together.. John...can you lend me some advice..”
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Sometimes we expect the blue sky to turn green Sometimes we can’t face, what we have always seen..
But tell me how to stop, what has begun to roll This rock has stopped its tumble –