I heard that you're leaving. Leaving soon. But I can't go. I'll give my love to show. What's the rush? When's your departure? Why don't you look me in the eye? Something's not right, I'm sure. Hold my heart. Hold my mind. Lift me from the ground. Carry my love around. But the glass vase breaks. It's sat the on the shelf too long. It moved from the tremors. Someting was always wrong. We hide our emotions like the cracks From life shaking. Until I cried out loud. Bursting with pain I'm not faking. It's too to put the pieces together. it's too late to stop the tears. We played out little games. We let the months pass, and the years. So now that you're leaving soon. You've been gone already. You've been a shadow of the moon. And I've been searching. And watching. Was it all just a dream? I should've held myself to the ground.
Alfred C. Martino
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