the end of a day comes so suddenly
although we know it's on its way
it's never welcome to stay...


what words
will you say
when given a chance
to say...

the raindrops of syllables
that trickle so delicately
from inside your mouth to the
top of the sky
they die
they die
and there's no birds
that can misinterpret them first
or memory that can satisfy the thirst
for a touch
for a look in an eye
that says i am here tonight
so let's just say goodbye.