Marooned
Deserted.
I’m searching on the horizon
The glare blinks back at me
I’m marooned and very soon
All I could see was the sea.
I feel like a shipwrecked sailor
Deserted lost and alone
I was jettisoned into the ocean
And no longer have my phone.
I wish I could call you this evening
It’s windy and looks like rain
The silence cloaks our connection
I fear I’m going insane.
The emptiness is like a chasm
Ready to swallow me up
Are you sitting alone in your castle
Or taking a sip from the loving cup.
Is he with you while I’m deserted?
Does he touch you like I used to do
Are you serving up my favorite dish
The sumptuous beef goulash stew.
I’m lying alone on this island
No one knows if I’m still alive
Is there a ship on the horizon
Zoned in ready to arrive.
I fear if they’re not here by morning
I might perish during the night
I’m sad sorry and lonely
And yearn for a slice of delight.
So, if you are still telepathic
Please send me a message or two
Say that you still can remember
When it was exclusively just me and you.
©
David Rudder
2013
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