Unintended
Consequences
I somehow missed you disappearing.
I never thought you could fall.
Part of the unintended consequences
Down came bough cradle and all.
I turned around and missed the moment
I was distracted and too blind to see
You walked away the other way
Then you turned and looked back at me.
Unintended consequences fall like raindrops.
Angels on wings keep drifting down.
The streets are now empty of people
Everyone’s left this dirty old town.
I see remnants of you in the corner
I don’t know the way you feel any more
Your suitcase is left half empty
Are you knocking on heaven’s door?
In the morning mist, I miss you
My mind is a carapace of my soul
I walk around in diminishing circles
My emptiness houses no living goal
The memory of you still lingers on
I wake at night, and you are there
I call out your name, but it’s not the same
I see traces of you everywhere
Traces of unintended consequences
I stop here and sit and stare
Morning descends my mind transcends
And you’re not there
In the early morning rain
With a dollar in my hand
And the aching in my heart
and the pockets full of sand
©
David Rudder
2014
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