end

ends just always seem so fast
—though i suppose it was slow,
and painful.
you just watched the horizon,
waiting for the rain,
sailed through one empty day at a time,
just riding it out til the sand

you try to rip the bandage off,
make it over quick,
but even when you do it right
it takes part of you away;
it takes that way she used to smile,
it takes her peace,
it takes her touch.

and you find that song to listen to
repeating how it feels
to go through all this life,
to go through all the ended dreams
and wind up where you began
slowly taking back your heart
and getting back to fine