The ring came off so easy, I just dropped it on the bed
"I can't do this thing anymore" is all that I had said
It's been over for a long time, you got to understand
We've tried building this home awhile, layered on the sand
The kids are almost out the nest, conversation almost none
They're moving on, their lives a new, we are lost and gone
You have your friends and colleagues; you see them everyday
We converse about the niceties and what bills we have to pay
I closed the suitcase, took my keys, no expression on your face
I tried to hold back all the tears, leave with a little grace
Even as I lingered ... then closed the door I already knew
You could have if you wanted to, stopped me if you wanted to
Where did all the good times go, where did we go wrong?
What happened to dating night, our very own first song?
Did I lose you in the swell of time, or an instant of regret?
Was it something that I didn't do or someone that you've met?
Even if a touch away, I couldn't find our middle ground
Whatever we had all those years, I tried but couldn't find
things to make you love me now as you use to do back then
Maybe if I leave you will decide you could love me once again
But as I closed the suitcase, took my keys, no expression on your face
I tried to hold back all the tears, leave with a little grace
Even as I lingered ... then closed the door I already knew
You could have if you wanted to, stopped me if you wanted to
How far would I have to go to make you understand?
I can go a thousand miles from here, or to a distant land
Will I wait for years to come with no word from you at all?
You could have stopped me if you wanted to,
You would only have to call
But I closed the suitcase, took my keys, no expression on your face
I tried to hold back all the tears, leave with a little grace
Even as I lingered ... then closed the door I already knew
You could have if you wanted to, stopped me if you wanted to
You could have stopped me if you wanted to
Stopped me if you wanted to
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Dandelions In The Wind
PoetryThere are a lot of reasons why people write. For me it has always been like an addiction, a reporting on the world and therapy. People are my greatest inspiration and God created so many variants and flavours that we would always have something to...
