October 18th 2011
It's that awful feeling deep in your stomach,
The pain at the sight of the beauty of morning,
The sun is rising, rushing the stars away and you are forced to let go.
To let go of all that is falling behind you,
On the highway being eaten up ahead of you by time,
Can't look back.
Goodbye.
The air is cold and fresh in your nose like the tears on your cheek,
The knowledge that it is over and no one else will mourn,
The history books will be ignorant and no archeologist will find this treasure.
Moving, dividing, separating.
If time and God heal all wounds, there's a reason Heaven lasts forever.
