Of Loss.
I never faced it
But there is a void
I never saw it
But there is a void
Even in clear skies
I never knew it
But it lays in goodbyes
Who’s to say
Where we lay
At the end
Of another day?
I can taste it
And its sweet ways
I can feel it
And its sweet sways
That don’t exist
I can sense it
And its cold closed fist.
Who’s to see
What will be
At the end
Of being free?
Even in clear skies
It lays in goodbyes
That don’t exist
Without a cold clenched fist.
