Through the wind I hear a baby’s cry

Oh my baby

I’m trying

Not quite right

Quite wrong indeed

Going away sometimes means never coming back

Or so they say

I wish every silence would stay

To keep me company

To try to put me back together

They say you never know

I know I know

Nothing known at all

So little known at all

So seldom I am me

So little to see

So little to be

Don’t know when I’ll really be again

This is for now I keep whispering

Not bothering with what comes after

I don’t know when now ends

But this is for now

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