Forever is a funny word

Silence on the other end

Phone cord wrapped up, danglin’

Someday there won't be another answer

Everything comes to an end

Last note on the violin

The conductor waves his hands into a circle

Bows his head down chin to chest

Breathing in just one last breath

Leaves the vows he promised at the altar

Forever is a funny word

The future is an endless blur

He throws around the word like it has meaning

He walks into an open room

The emptiness, the out of tune

Chaos now, cards folded on the table

Sits down like a folded chair

Runs his fingers through his hair

Water colors bleed onto his shoulders

This is how true colors show

A little wine, a little smoke

An abstract painting turns to realism

Forever is a funny word

The future is an endless blur

He throws around the word like it has meaning

Cut his teeth on something new

The colors bleed, the black, the blue

Is kindness such a challenge to deliver?

Thumbing through the pages now

Remember when you showed me how

To trust the version of the view you painted

Forever is a funny word

The future is an endless blur

He throws around the word like it has meaning

Someday you will come along

A shadow casting on the wall

And ask me if I might just play you something

And maybe when the silence comes

You'll hear that last note hanging on 

An echo, quiet, lurking in the distance