And I never saw it coming.
The news broke one day,
As though it were a brick through
The fragile window of my life.
Seperation
Or so they called it.
No consideration for those
I
That they shared their life with.
No, I never saw it coming,
The action not named
As my mourning over the broken window
Of my life upsets
Even into what I write.
And though I never saw it coming, I can still make sure that
I am prepared for
Recurrence.
My life will have no more bricks smashed against it.
Now I will see it coming.
The news broke one day,
As though it were a brick through
The fragile window of my life.
Seperation
Or so they called it.
No consideration for those
I
That they shared their life with.
No, I never saw it coming,
The action not named
As my mourning over the broken window
Of my life upsets
Even into what I write.
And though I never saw it coming, I can still make sure that
I am prepared for
Recurrence.
My life will have no more bricks smashed against it.
Now I will see it coming.