A Trace Remains
I go making choices on my way.
Quiet little voices seem to say:
“It’s all right now
it was all right then.”
They breathe as if to speak and then
they fade away but a trace remains behind.
Simple contemplation, then I’m fine.
You can have your life but you can’t have mine.
And I don’t pretend to comprehend
the memory of you now and then.
It fades away but a trace remains behind.
Days go by and emptiness takes shape.
Form a line and mend me when I break.
And I’ll go back to songs and such,
cause to have it all would be too much.
It fades away, gets left behind,
it bends and breaks but a trace remains behind.