The Leaving

she slipped out from

under neath his arm

crawled across the floor

pulled down the shade and

blew out the candle shut the door

to the other room the floor was cold

in the hall and the light in the north room

fell soft and without direction(so

it was really hard to tell

whether it was dusk or whether it was dawn

she said to herself

I used to wake up in the morning

and the day was mine then

I used to wake up in the morning

and the day was ours

now I wake up in the morning

and the day belongs to you

now I'm not a phone booth at a

truckstop on the turnpike

and I don't know how I feel

I cannot see your face

and I do not know what's real

nothing was really said after that

no goodbyes she grabbed up

a few things she needed

her heart her soul and the

keys to the car and she left

it was a grey day she drove a

while until she came to a place

where she could stay and feel safe

she took a room at a motel and

put away her things and sat quietly on the bed

it was three o'clock in the afternoon

and she sang a sad song in her head

she took off all of her clothes

and tried to fall asleep

tossing and turning she fell into a dream

once again she was driving down the highway

listening to the radio

there were people standing and waving

along the side of the road

there was no place in particular

she felt she had to go

then the straight lines turned to circles

and then into a kaleidescope

then in a half sleep she controlled the dream

and she thought to herself

it's hard to see the future

looking backwards through a telescope