long after you're gone
I find myself
standing still,
arms empty,
staring into the
cold december night
along the road
repeated image
and I know there's a train
waiting at the station
and I know there's a road
you're walking
and there's no return..
yet I watch you leaving..
leaving all behind
and I can't call your name
my voice died
with your last kiss
but I answer
the taxi driver
questions I can only
suppose
he'd ask a stranger
on a cold december night..
long after you're gone
the morning reveals
faces and roads
never known
lost in time
fall asleep
uncertain
why..
repeated image
of the night
we first kissed
your first step
my first wound
and not one snowflake
and now a tear falls
long after you're gone
d.j., 2005