'God is the friend of silence. Trees, flowers, grass grow in silence. See the stars, moon and sun, how they move in silence.' — Mother Teresa of Calcutta
Goodbye to my rainy Astoria dream;
fifty years of stories in one backyard;
goodbye to the hopeful paintings on the wall.
Goodbye to the children we'll never have;
I will tell you stories about what I hoped to see
and of the words we left behind.
Goodbye to the roses on the sidewalk
falling down on our path in the sun;
goodbye to the hands we never held
and the hearts we left behind.
I am somewhere,
yet nowhere;
you're somewhere,
but I'm not there:
I guess I could go there,
but I don't.
Your mom's in the kitchen making pita's,
stuffing them full of vegetables and rice;
I'm sitting on the couch
with your back across my legs;
my hands wondering where you are.
I could call you on the phone
whenever I feel alone,
yet I don't
want you to know
You're making love
to whoever you really want;
do I really want to know?
I don't,
O — no I don't.
You're somewhere
far out there;
I'm right here,
far from nowhere;
I could go there,
but I don't.
I used to have dreams about the future,
but now I live in the present,
because the past is just regrets;
the future only heartache.
You're somewhere;
I don't know where;
You're somewhere,
yet nowhere;
I could go out there,
but you know I won't.
Goodbye to my happy little dream;
goodbye to the poems on my walls.
Goodbye to the songs we'll never meet,
and the word's that left our minds,
and to the world's we left behind....
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Quotables
PoetryEvery day we come across the words of others, whether they are a real-life person, living or not; or someone entirely fictional and even alien to you and me, but their words make them as real as the air we breathe and the blood which pumps through o...
