Coming and going

Warm as a solar surface
I have a cold
With longing eyes 
I watch my silent phone
By my side, quietly waiting
For the new emotions 
To rush through it
Coming and going

Not a single star
Lights this dark night
With longing eyes
I search for the moon
One of the many I've seen
And think that it
Apart from the sun
Is the only thing we can all see
Coming and going
Each and every day again

But most of all
My thoughts turn to people
Everyone I've gotten to know
In my days thus far
All of these people
Coming and going
All hold part of my story
And in a way, form my life
These days however
It might be nice
If someone just came
And forgot the going

MdG 1 mar 2000 2:30 am


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