By Kat Murphy
(2004)
Come September
You stand there,
The early morning light
Playing shadows on your eyes.
So broken, so frail.
I won't see you for a while
And I think that it might kill me.
Four years of laughs and tears left behind
dangling in that space of time,
we'll never get again.
The engine growls mercilessly,
It's really time.
Your raise your hand to me
bu t don't have the strength to wave.
I press my face against the glass
You never showed a tear
Keep dancing for me
and shine on.