On The Other Side Poem by Joseph Peter Ostapiuk

There's this broken road I've been treading
On the other side of the tracks

Where the clouds never break to the sun
And the rain falls on forever

The leaves have all fallen
And I just can't remember
A way to get back

Emilia's playing her cello in the cellar
She's trying to find what goes on beneath

And If I lean my head out far enough
I might be able to hear her tune

Somewhere far off from here
Sweet music that settles like dew
Upon the soft skin of the moon

But I'm still caught on the other side
And I doubt I'll get to her soon

Now, there's these ruins beside me
Of a Love I held one time before

But I just could never master
How to keep the sea close to the shore

The string always slipped through my hands
And I just can't clasp it anymore

And now I walk across these desolate sands
With this empty feeling
That sinks in me

Like the body of some great vessel
Swallowed by the sea

I suppose I just wasn't made
To make it to the other side

The space between
Always seemed too wide

And I just could never decide
What it was I was after

And now perhaps you can tell her
If this ever makes it across the tracks

I'll be on the other side
And I doubt I'll ever come back