WRITTINGS ON THE WALL

I had a feeling you were leaving
Long before I started grieving
Almost like that ancient saying
Writings on the wall

For you were gone so long ago
Before the cracks began to show
But when it comes to me you know
Pride goes before a fall

So long before I climbed the stairs
Up to the place we used to share
Yes something strange was in the air
As I slowly stepped inside

The room was bare as walls are white
I stepped back out into the night
Convinced myself I saw the light
In retrospect I lied

You didn’t leave a note behind
As if I’d ever change my mind
No popcorn trail to help me find
A shallow reason why

No sorry found somebody new
No it was me instead of you
No Byron’s line like “love’s Adieu”
Or poor excuse to cry

The writing on the wall revealed
A history of lies concealed
Within a heart just like a wheel
That breaks without a sound

I never did a thing to stop you
Reconnect or figure out you
Say the words so we could get to
Truth we danced around

Attraction grows just like a weed
Deep in between the life we need
As vain affections slowly bleed
Into the things we want

But distance is a substance yes
It’s planted like a seed I guess
And cultivated at it’s best
Within the words…I can’t

It doesn’t take much effort true
When you meet somebody new
To change your grey skies into blue
And start a grand affair

But so much harder is the task
To strip away the party masks
The questions we refuse to ask
Makes it so hard to care

But let me change the structure here
And enter deeper in your ears
To make this point so crystal clear
As we move toward the end

A message as a lesson learned
A testament to bridges burned
Where nothing’s gained
As well as earned
Except the time we spend

The roads we ride are sentences
They change course in a flash
We often have to drive
Between the lines

And lover’s send us warning signals
Long before we crash
As we get sidetracked
Trying to read the signs

A love affair takes time you see
To get beyond the you and me
Into that place where two can be
The sum total of one

And writings are not hard to view
It’s really just a matter who
Has based their life on what is true
When all is said and done

TM DiSarro

Photo collage by TMD

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From: EVERY WICKED BIRD