I felt the
tear drop
Telling me of
the unsaid things
It's the un
named sadness where sadness doesn’t belong,
Nor happiness
can identify.
It's the grey
thin line between the two
That neither
can scope
I call not
emptiness
Somewhere
deeper, but not deep enough
I call not
even boredom
Somewhere
shallower but not close enough
I can't place
it in words
It comes when
everything is so still
It comes when
the music of the past played
Suddenly
bringing flashes of longing
But nowhere
nor no one to long to
It's
strange...
If only these
walls can talk
They'd know
what I'm telling you
But in words
it can never paint the picture
Probably,
sometime soon
It will come
to me
Afterall,
it's a journey to discover
~ macdeuz (lifted from my OneNote)
a dedication to someone beyond compare.
