In Time and Dreams

Sit alone little creature
She's not coming home
Stop waiting for a phone call
Or a letter in the mail
Believe it when they tell you
That she's not coming back

I'm sure he'd tell you
All and all about her
If you gave him the chance to speak
He'd say all the nice things
That made him feel that way
The way she moved, how she spoke
She looked at me and I thought she saw me

Just go ahead and cry tonight
She's not coming home
And she will never tell you why
She packed up her life in a little suitcase
With her name tag hanging on the side
And believe it
She's not coming back

He'd start to smile
When she came up in conversation
Her picture was in his pocket
They'd laugh and tell stories
While he drifted into a dream
He knew that he loved her
With more than one's worth
She took him to places
That he'd never seen
And he wanted to stick around

Just go ahead and cry tonight
She's not coming home
It could be your fault or it could be her's
But you will never know
Just take the time and mold it
Into a sculpture of a lonely man
Look into the darkness and speak only in fragments
The things you never told her
And believe it when they say
She's not coming back

He felt it true
Like a song written down
Twenty or so years ago
She meant the whole world
Even the moon
It was all too much
He cried on her shoulder and listened to her
When she talked about her day
And it seemed so damn easy
To move and to listen
To the things she had to say
But it took him way too long
To see where he was wrong

So just go ahead and cry
Tonight is not your night
'Cause she is gone for good
And is never coming home
His heart fell victim
To a ruthless villian
Who acts on both sides in this play
Just look into the darkness and speak only in fragments
The things you never got to say
And believe it when its told
She's never coming home

In time and dreams maybe
But don't count on that
The memories have been pulled
And buried in the sea
And you know that you can't swim
To rescue what's left
It will all drift away
So imagine what went wrong
And ask if it was your fault
But you'll never know
Why she went away

So just go ahead and cry
On this wicked f*****g night
'Cause she's gone, gone, gone
And she's never coming home
He wanted to tell her
How much he loved her
How he would die for her
Too often he thought about their future
A house, a child, and a dog
The picture perfect dream
Seen only in great art
Now he just looks in the darkness and speaks in fragments
The things he could never say
And believe the words right here
That she's never coming home

Reviews

[Bay bay]

she's not coming home because you're a bipolar b***h that's never satisfied with any woman. and would rather watch porn of pornstars and your ex (who was underage at the time.) instead of being intimate with your actual girlfriend. creep.

[Nik Dendera]

"Just take the time and mold it
Into a sculpture of a lonely man"

Oooh, that line! Sent chills down my spine!

Excellent piece. The repeating of the line "Believe it, she's not coming back" really, really bites. Its brutal but its like something that has to be said... If that makes any sense...

Really, really loved this one! You've got me hooked-I'll check out more when I have the time :)

[Your Tasty Field Adviso..]

reminds me of my old relationship with a woman that really led me into one of the worst parts of my life. i really like this poem. made me remember them times with a feeling of... well... idk, but it seems to be a good feeling. well very great wright. and also.... about your review for my poem, Black Ink. The poem's basically my oath towards (if there was) a goddess or god of all literature and to literature itself. i love literature with all my heart. so i wrote this poem explaining my love and dedication for all literature of any kind. ill have a look at your literature and leave reviews for the ones i like. :D