the last text sent broke me/ there was a hint of comedy in all of it but i wasn’t in a laughing mood/ i see the humor in it now, though/ standing on this edge/ the cliff’s got a rail but it’s puny and mediocre/
i’ve had enough time to think things over and beat myself up good/ i know i’ve done wrong by a lot of people/ but did i deserve a pompeii of the heart?/
i guess we’ll never know/
the last text was short and didn’t say much/ it didn’t have to be verbose/ there was beauty in all that pain, but it was hidden away/ my heart wasn’t the only one breaking, broken/ gone…
Somewhere under the calm, blue sky, there is a heart that quietly shatters into pieces. It breaks behind a smile, behind a joyful laugh. As the pieces slowly dance themselves away in the wind, I, too, go along with them.
That day when you stopped in your tracks just to turn and look at me for one last time, with eyes like the ocean and a smile of the sunset glow, time had stopped existing in that moment. That day, without knowing a single thing, you carried two hearts back home.