The End of the Dream
Should I smile because I had you, or cry because you’re gone?
Rejoice with each coming sunset, or sob alone each dawn...
Explain to you frantically you’ll always be in my heart...
Or forget about you completely, because with each end comes a start?
Explain you were like my guardian angel, my shield from the storm…
Or talk about the times we spent together, at your touch my body
would finally warm…
Repeat all of your little lines, basking in their joy,
Smile with tears at the ring of our song, or dance with another boy?
Pretend we never happened; maybe things aren’t as they seem...
Or admit to myself quietly, it was I who ended the dream.
