farewell

like gas from a leaking barrel
you slipped into my life
unknowingly
changingly
words grew into blueprints
the future was brighter
songs became dreams
playing on the radio
was a dream becoming
a distant reality
making the best house exist
a life motto
so much capacity
so great potential

slipping sand in an hour glass
time has already run out
a miscarriege
a slip up
now strangers and alone
detached and unknown
sorry is not enough
goodbye is too soon
never is too harsh
tea and coffee have grown cold
and the table is starting to collect mold