The Next One by Paul LittleThe next sound that you hear
Will be my life falling apart
Shattering into a million pieces.
The next pain that you feel
Will be empathy for my broken heart
After youve ripped it in two.
The next voice that you hear
Will be warm and sympathetic
Telling you it was all my fault.
The next place that you stay
Will be lonely without me
Your solitude the price of freedom?
The next friend that you make
Wont even know who I am,
Not that theyll meet me anyway.
The next lover that you take
Wont be as good as me
Or at least thats what Im hoping.
And the next time you leave someone
Fracturing their fragile sense of being
At least it wont be me.
02/20/2003 Posted on 02/21/2003 Copyright © 2024 Paul Little
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