In a silver streak,
Heading with purpose,
For a different tomorrow.
My heart waved good-bye,
But my arms were frozen at my side,
And all that I should have said,
Was being poured into the wishing well of "what ifs."
So in silence I watched the silver streak become a gray dot,
Until the gray dot was nothing more
Than just another point in the horizon.
A horizon that's always in my sky,
But one that I never seem to reach.
Today I watched you leave,
In a silver streak,
And all that was left
Was a tear,
An ache,
And a final good-bye.
Copyright 2014 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.
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