My days are thoughtless motion ‘till there’s nothing left to do <br />Turning stones and pages to find what’s left of you <br />You made yourself the answer now you’re nowhere to be found <br />If only you could listen you would here the sound <br />Of a distant heart that’s breaking <br />In someone you left alone <br />Of a lost soul who is waiting <br />But you’re not coming home <br /> <br />Should have seen this coming should have hedged my only bet <br />But I let myself get helplessly, hopelessly in debt <br />All those diamond statements are so useless to me now <br />Your final selfish sickness kept an empty vow <br /> <br />And there’s a distant heart that’s breaking <br />In someone you left alone <br />In a lost soul who is waiting <br />But you’re not coming home <br /> <br />I know I must move somehow your promise still rings clear <br />But faith has deserted me; my comfort is fear <br />Something should be learned from this, something must be gained <br />There must be a reason to all of this pain <br />And there’s a distant heart that’s breaking <br />In someone you left alone <br />In a lost soul who is waiting <br />But you’re not coming home<br /><br />Peter Handlin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/not-coming-home/
