(note: I'll be posting some of the poetry from Stories From The Front Row here as I either add or write them. Some duplication is good for the carpal tunnel, I say. Not that I have carpal tunnel, but you know what I mean....)
And now goodnight to you my love
When last we stood together
When last you knew my name
Time had passed by
At a speed that not mattered.
But time knows the score
Runs for the end of the race
Leaving me standing
Waiting for answers that
Never appear.
Now if only the time had chosen
To wait while I gathered my
Hopes and my dreams and my
Last gasp for love in a
Bleak wasteland here.
Standing o'er this monument
That says little of you but
that you existed, not loved or
left me and left us and took my
heart to your grave.
When last we stood together
When last you knew my name
Time had passed by
At a speed that not mattered.
But time knows the score
Runs for the end of the race
Leaving me standing
Waiting for answers that
Never appear.
Now if only the time had chosen
To wait while I gathered my
Hopes and my dreams and my
Last gasp for love in a
Bleak wasteland here.
Standing o'er this monument
That says little of you but
that you existed, not loved or
left me and left us and took my
heart to your grave.
