the end of the road

and so the road ended. for a while maybe, for what

it was chilly outside as soon as the sun left and sank, the stars sending frosty signals.
he had changed. he was more of a man now. wrinkles around his eyes. grounded. pondered thoughts before speaking. his love was incredible, it was tangible in his words and his way of looking straight into my eyes.
my friend. who had found his way. i could show him all my love. i could touch him, hug him, squeeze him, make funny sounds of joy. joy to see him. after all these years, so good.

and so the road ended. for a while maybe, for what

i said you'd never be just a story. i feel guilty every time i speak about you. i try to only sing, smudgy so no one can hear the actual words. only for you, only for you.
all these words here, footprints in the sea. writing in the sand, washed away by forces beyond me. taken back into the dark from where they came from.

how we yearn for it to burn. to sing and it burns, burns, burns, this ring of fire, this ring of fire.
how we hope for it to be true. that, at the end of the road, there is someone waiting. maybe you. but i am not.
see, my friend, he knew.
he knows that i've seen the silver lining. and he knows it wasn't you.

so i let you go, with the cold stars tonight. they sparkled, with more meaning now.
her face looks lovely. i hope this is a good love.i hope you get through.
i hope i can let you rest now
i hope this too.

and so the road ended. maybe
and it's maybe again
certainly.