NOT REALLY GONE

your quirky mouth, your wide red lips
those poodle skirts and your big, bad breeder hips
your mischievous brown eyes like bluebirds fly
somewhere over that rainbow, why oh why can’t i

tell me you didn’t mean to leave this place
tell me you’re not really gone at all
i’ll wait patiently for you to come back down
wait for your big smile at my front door
tell me – i’ll wait, tell me – i’ll wait

you took the stage with an aching verse
your soul on your sleeve, pushing out all that hurt
then fusion mixed with will, angles clear and bright
your self was unveiled, the beauty was worth the fight


© 2003 MJ Bishop