There'll Come A Time

There'll come a time when silence would engulf you from all corners

The rusty gates eroding, as you breathe in the smoky trails of the truck

She would already be ten feet away, head buried in her purse

And that's when the weight of the world would root you to the spot - stuck

It's the nature of sun to prickle you with it's rays

And yet you direct your anger at the moon that resembles her

She never looked back that day, not a quiver, not a gaze

And yet your eyes dance through the path she walked before

She didn't have to break you down, you were far capable

Letting the venom of her words seep deep within

One day you could look at her and believe the fables

The next waking up to the magnanimity of war and famine

Perhaps this is how it feels to swallow powdered glass

But the end is near now, caressing you into its soothing arms

The silhouette might never turn to lock her eyes with yours

Now neither can you, as your eyes glaze over the sky for hours