Last Stop

My sheets are covered with red pieces of hair.
The blonde that once mixed in
Isn't there anymore.

We will be apart soon.
Will you smile when you think of me?
When the moon is full,
Will you wish me good luck?

Soon I'll be on a bus ride home.
Everything will go back as before.
The people, the places, the roads, the shinning sun
Will be the same.
It'll feel like a dream.
Was it true or just a false reality?

Those memories you once were in
Are captured inside a glass building.
The doors are currently sealed.
I pull a chair and a table and place them in front of that tall building.
I have the time to sit and watch:
Our first hello, kiss, argument, and our empty room.
Are you sitting on the other side and watching too?

The building turns to April then May.
That night i last spoke to you.
Was it you?
I don't know or recognize your voice.

Soon I'll be in an empty bus home.
This glass building is waiting to be destroyed.
As I walk through these roads
I look up to the clear sky.
That shinning moon we once saw is back.
Do you see your shadow or mine?

Even if I am away or far away.
I'll sit outside that building.
When the time comes,
I'll protect it from millions of storms.
I won't let it crumble or break.

Months will pass by,
I'll get old, sick, and turn back to life.

I am inside that bus,
Looking at this starry night.
Those read lights we used to watch,
Slowly began to disappear.

As the bus approaches my last station.
I'll think back to that night and wonder.
Why didn't you smile?
Did you sleep well?
Could I ask one last question?

The bus has stopped.
That tsunami is approaching.
As the door opens I hold onto my bags,
Look into the outside.
Empty streets,
White lights,
And no shadows.

"Why didn't you say 'good-bye'?"