Soapbox

And it’s morning
And another sunrise bleeds across the sky.
And it’s beautiul, and terrible
Like the farewell in your eyes.

Now I’m supposed to just let you go,
Though how I’ll do it, I don’t know
But change is just the turning of life’s tide.

I don’t know why the tide goes out.
They tell me that it’s gravity and the moon.
I don’t know why you have to go-
I only know
You’re leaving me much too soon.