Taking Care of Our End

[couchgrouch]

Taking Care of Our EndSundown was a lipstick messageon an endless mirror skyI couldn't help but read itthrough veils of tears on my eyesthough I couldn't offer comfortthat a steady hand providesI never knew thoughts of runningran so deep insideshe said leaning on my shoulderwas like leaning on the windshe had nothing to hold ontocos I didn't hold up my endmoonlight tickled the glimmeron distant railroad steeland stretched a tombstone shadow'cross a lonely fieldfor months friends and neighborsstopped by to help me mournbut as their footsteps fadedone more shadow was bornwhen some feel they're a burdento their fam'ly and their friendswalls grow whispers that tell themto take care of their endyes, day to day and dust to dustit's up to each of usto take care of our endthe silver sun that morningwas a coin without a facehaving first place in my mem'riescould never take her placethey say flesh is dirt and ashesand the soul can't be destroyedbut with me alone and my love gonewhich of us had felt the voidwe should be togethertill the end of timebut time holding up its endmeant making sure I saw mine(c)2004 Robert George