You’re no more than a curve inside my glimpse
you won’t see me, touch me, nor peer into my eyes
as green as the fury of a cat's vengeance
I’ve sealed my mind against your gypsy smile
As I lean against the silence of my own wishes,
I can hear your voice leaning against time
it lulls me back to yesterday; the clock spoke
In warnings; tick tock, tick tock, tick tock
Slumbering words of what could have been
No longer awaken me to your presence
Gently my feet are kissed by the foamy waters
As I stand on the edge of tomorrow’s shore
Now, you write of winters with chestnut memories
As you sit forsaken in your bed of reality
Cover yourself with your journal of falsities
because I’ve thrown away your last goodbye
