before it reaches your awareness
You may be cavalier and carer, but at the folding of the day,
that brittle pride will break away
And at night, when the rain is at your window,
you will finally begin to know the thunder of goodbye
the things you didn't say will haunt you
Drifting out beyond your reach
Like the sunset from the beach
There'll be regrets and empty
You will find no sheltered places
Fools can never see it when it's there
Until they find a strand of hair
A trace of perfume in the air
The indentation in a chair
Fools don't see the constant
Don't feel the storm begin to brew,
Until there's nothing they can
you'll know how much is gone forever
Stitches that held your heart to gether
The very sun that lit your sky
has left the best of you to die.
as if to guide her safe returning.