The wave

Goodbye is in the heart 

not in the hands that wave

 that is just the start 

here comes the ocean and a wave

 we were standing at the shore

 building castles in the air.

 Tomorrow descends on you

 like a heavy beautiful, 

hammering on your head

 like a wretched tool. 

Her pain sunk in like the truth,

 left me shedding tears

 in the prison booth

 remembering the years 

 that said i love you.

IRM