Saturday, 29 December 2012

It's never easy...

Brother, you went back to Ecuador
3am I heard the door, slam shut.
I heard the taxi drive off. 
You never said goodbye-
neither did I. 

Brother, you're going back to Ecuador 
I still deplore, the way you speak to me
as if I'm a waste space, I wish I could erase,
the things you've done in the past 
the things you've said. 
More than that, I wish I could 
forgive and forget.

Brother, you're in Ecuador now
and I'm left wishing somehow 
it had been different this time
but perhaps in time, things will change 
perhaps in time, we'll find a way 
to get along.