Treasure Island

jason mcgookin

(29 9 75 / scotland)

i never meant to leave


I see the tears in your eyes
As you sit in the the chair in the dark
Silent sighs as you sip your tea
Old lifes journey you start to embark

I reach out to take you by the hand
but you wrap your arms around your waist
As if to stop some kind of pain
Then you retreat within, in such haste

I follow you up the winding stairs
You dont even strip to go into bed
I tried to hold you and kiss you
Its only then i realised im dead

No wonder you didnt speak to me
No wonder you cried your tears
No wonder you you didnt take my hand
you have just answered all my fears

I never meant to leave you
Now your all but torn
not only did i leave you without a husband
Also fatherless to our unborn
Im so so sorry

Submitted: Monday, June 29, 2009
Edited: Wednesday, July 08, 2009

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