Coming and going

Warm as a solar surface

I have a cold

With longing eyes

I watch my silent phone

By my side, quietly waiting

For the new emotions

To rush through it

Coming and going

Not a single star

Lights this dark night

With longing eyes

I search for the moon

One of the many I've seen

And think that it

Apart from the sun

Is the only thing we can all see

Coming and going

Each and every day again

But most of all

My thoughts turn to people

Everyone I've gotten to know

In my days thus far

All of these people

Coming and going

All hold part of my story

And in a way, form my life

These days however

It might be nice

If someone just came

And forgot the going

MdG 1 mar 2000 2:30 am