Master of Ruins
It was only for a breath that I saw you Your shadow passed behind some silhouetted appliance and was gone And the words I meant to say to you sprang out across the chasm With never an inkling chance that you would ever hear them…
The Wrong Words
It was her hand reaching out to me Cold fingers grasping at a final trace of hope Like breath lingering upon a still morning That broke apart the wall, brick by brick
Sometimes I Say the Wrong Thing
The rift between us grows deeper Wider With every misspoken word Every falter Every misplaced glance and second guess Bricks placed in the wall One word might tear it down But who will say it?