There’s never time enough for goodbye
There’s something always pressing
Some other thing to do
There’s always just some reason not to spend the time with you
I thought I had a lifetime
To say what I need to say
I just never knew
That lifetime ends today

There’s never enough time for farewell
There’s always some distraction
It’s trivial but true
There’s always just some reason not to tell you I love you
I thought I had a lifetime
To hear what you had to say
I just never knew
You couldn’t be here all the way

Someday
As I watch the setting sun
I’ll remember all your laughter; we had our share of fun

But there’s never time enough to share with you
There are never enough moments
Never enough years
It’s always easier to fake a smile than share the tears
I thought I had a lifetime
To say what I had to say
I missed the chance
And now you’re gone away

I just never knew
That lifetime ends today

Lord, find me in the silence
Touch me in the dark
Hold me when there’s nothing left
Heal my broken heart

Be with me in the morning
In the hope of dawn and dew
Celebrate my afternoon
Keep my eyes on You

Watch with me in evening, Lord
When darkness calls again
Remind me of the coming day
And Your eternal plan

I clutch the stillborn corpse of all my dreams.
How long have I held her? Minutes? Hours? Years?
I stroke the cold and sunken lifeless flesh;
The smell of rotting becomes a sweet caress.

The flies that swarm and bite I don’t begrudge:
Their sting is one last thing I can still feel.
When dust to dust, may I that latter be;
Do I hold on, or does she have hold of me?

All my world, how can I let her go?
The less there is, the more I hold her close.
I find familiar comfort among the bones
And, solitary, worship what was lost.

When finally I can lay her down at last,
Who will be left to help me dig the grave?

Rain comes to the rose
It soaks the ground
Penetrating to the grateful roots
Which once thirsted, are now quenched
Once hungered, are now satisfied

Raindrops caress the leaves
Along their sturdy stems
Washing clean
Rinsing away memory, regret
The water streams unharmed among the thorns
On its way to the ground

Rain comes to the rose
In a torrent of petals
Falling dreams

You took me flying
Somewhere between orgasm and worship
With the wind tearing at my hair

You never knew
I never forgot

Experience blown against the pane of my memory
As inexorably as a bird against a window

But leaving more than a few feathers