Perhaps a Different Dream

All of us are here for just a time, a moment, or perhaps longer.

We walk with each other or perhaps not; friend and now stranger.

And there are those who come closer and those who start to drift.

And there are those who never realize goodbyes are like a thief.

 

It starts with all the little things that seem to fall away.

Words said and forgotten, and promises broken hold sway.

All the words of comfort seem so hollow in the light.

Where were those words when needed in the darkest of the night?

 

And all the things that were said and done and gifted thus sincerely,

Do not hold water when their value diminishes prematurely.

All the words and hopes and dreams are flowers without water.

Dead of neglect, bereft of care just like you just forgot to bother.

 

And here we are in the fork of the road walking a different way.

You hold new dreams within your grasp, your heart did start to stray.

I want to look back and get a last look to know that you are still there.

Perhaps I would see more than that, perhaps you do still care.

 

Perhaps not.