i'm still sitting in this chair
far from where you are
and silently overhead
the most beautiful shooting star
it's tears falling from the sky
join me as i cry
in my new darkness all alone
i'm seeing battlefield and bone
dialing numbers on my phone
my friends are knocking on the door
but it's not opening any more
the keys have fallen on the floor
and yet i'll call you once again
or maybe twice or maybe ten
and hope you tell me maybe when
i'm still sitting in this chair
far from where you were
and suddenly someone said
it's seems as though you're missing her
my tears falling like a stream
join me as i dream
in my new darkness all alone
i'm seeing battlefield and bone
dialing numbers on my phone
why can't you answer when i call
or have you found another ball
to kick for pleasure down the hall
and yet i'll call you once again
or maybe twice or maybe ten
and hope you tell me maybe when
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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