That goodbye echoed like a gunshot
marking the end of all I’d worked so hard for
I swear I could see shards of broken promises
drifting through the air like butterflies
as the words ripped through straight for the heart
and stopped me as cold as the sudden silence
from the other side of the telephone
It was all supposed to be so different
I thought I had a chance at all I ever wanted
but dreams always seem to slip through fingers
by virtue of them never being real
At least this time I hadn’t finished cleaning up the pieces
so I’ll just start again again again
Time heals all wounds, they say
but life is short and fragile
and long enough for anything isn’t promised