FicWad

each week, i try my hardest to say goodbye
on Saturday, Sundays die
and i'm struck by a sorrow surprise
frightened juries gather
greenish skin and slight staggers
ashamed by the drunken steps you take
collected tears in a jar
replaced with the painful aches

breathe is removed from voice
quivering lips removed from the mix
absence from the station
where have you've gone now?

you go to unexpected places
and leave tomorrow's knocking winds to break down your door
the master of all things known
we us to be so close
but we're farther apart than you know

yesterdays feelings
are lost inside tomorrow
deep silence and messy tears
i'm feeling cooped inside
i told you i'm bad at goodbyes

maybe a letter will satisfy you
special words, i write myself
printed on paper
permanent ink, spoken print
it'll tell you all i haven't said