When the going gets tough
When nothing seems to be progressing
A teardrop falls as I skim through
old things
I think about you, how you looked before I left
You lying on your side
Your sad eyes telling me not to leave
You didn't have the strength to keep me
I left wishing I could have stayed
In the bus I read your final text
Felt the warmth in your concern
How sad, to see you for that last time
That moment forever etched in memory
Eternally saying goodbye
Forever haunted by the love that was there
But too stubborn to show
I have so many things to ask you
So many things to tell you
I guess I'll just let them be swept away by the wind,
hoping that they get to you.
