The reflection of the traffic

passes by in the window

and I count the cars

in time with the seconds

and with each passing blur

I know I am that much closer

to once again being yours.

© Autumn Siders 2016

My address is the same,

But I guess you never knew it anyway.

Funny how much everything changes

All while the people stay the same.

I still hope you’ll drop a line

Maybe a quick note or postcard

But deep down I know you won’t

Since we’ve nothing left to say.

© Autumn Siders 2016

It seemed the words we never spoke

were louder than those we did;

our silence chock full of love

and emotions that we hid.

Now the words you never speak

are clearer than before;

I’m gone, goodbye, au revoir,

I copy that, 10-4.

© Autumn Siders 2016

Your raspy voice burns

like a personal hell

right in my own ears

as others praise

the talent and perfection

that I just cannot hear.

© Autumn Siders 2016

You’ve always held your cards

so tightly to your chest

never revealing a thing

and always speaking in jest.

The hand that you were dealt

does not reflect that tone

and even drawing new cards

still leaves you all alone.

All the while the others watch

waiting to figure out your tell

but your poker face holds no sign

of the hand you got from hell.

© Autumn Siders 2016

You broke a heart

that never knew was in your hand

yet you did it with ease

almost as if it were planned.

Your shadow cast out love

making it impossible to see

that what never was

could have been meant to be.

© Autumn Siders 2016