The Leaving
Is the time we are together worth the pain of being apart?A single rose you spied At the tail end of summer I promised you that I would come. I packed my bag and left my grey In trails of pallid cotton candy To take the first train out of Bedlam. You meet me at the station Formalities straight up and neat But your scent Richer than remembrance Left me breathless on my feet. There is a ride I don't remember Food I could not taste Arms length conversation Then your arms wrapped ro...