...not in the strictest sense, but
under the general category. It was
always there....but, a void just the same.
You
ask me do I get much sleep? I say ,
"....of course not. Why? "
You
tell me , "...you don't look...wan....ah..." you fumble for words.
There are none.
Tired. comes to mind. Too late.
There
is an awkward silence, here...one that's been here for a long time. The timing.
It's just the timing of the thing...
We'll
be alright.
But
then comes the last goodbye.
As
cold as could be
This
party's over
And
it will
be a longtime
be a longtime
Coming...
the fool.
V
