Keep Art Alive :: “Woven” :: Art by Margarita Georgiadis
“What if I never even see you cuz we’re both on a stage?
Don’t tell me listen to your song because it isn’t the same.
I don’t wanna say your love is a waiting game.”
Last Call
by me
The bus was leaving
with or without you
and my fingers crossed behind my back
as I helped you gather your things
reminding you to hurry
The clock is a time bomb
ticking down our end
and you hold me close and whisper promises
as I try so very hard to believe
pretending this isn’t goodbye
The phone is our broken connection
clutched in my hand
and I cling to the static of our sleepless nights
as you try to pretend you are alone
denying her voice beckoning
These songs are yours
packaged for long distance
and I tell you again that I’d prefer your hands
as you try to explain the next verse
ending all our beginnings
My heart was not built for your kind of fame
