Sound of No Goobye
Sound of No Goodbye
by George "Papa" G.
papagtg@swbell.net
Under blue skies, I ride alone.
Rubber humms, wheels rolls out a song.
A tune of freedom, my anthem.
Yet today, all I hear is the sound of No Goodbye.
Whispering winds retell the lies,
horns and motors the cries.
Reminding me of the sound of No Goodbye.
Echoes of a Breaking Heart,
ring no louder than
the sound of No Goodbye.
My loss is a gong,
but is no more deafening than
the sound of No Goodbye.
Being left in the mist of lies,
is of little pain, compared to
the sound of No Goodbye.
Swirling fantasies, Cocaine dreams,
Eight balls on pool tables, beer left for the bansheeees...
Jet Pilot Rd. houses, Hobby airport getaways.
Regrets, doubts,
and No Goodbyes said...
The racket of my life. The outcry, the sound of No Goodbye.
Clocks ticking; random noises;
resonance of nature; Tones of children laughing, and the Notes of their
cries, none cause the suffering of the sound of No Goodbye.
Self worth what,
ringing in the sound of No Goodbye
Her Loss I Know... The words unsaid, Love unfelt. A future lost. Yet, the
tears still fall, the clamour still calls and in the end all I have left is
the sound of No Goodbye.
George "Papa" G.
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