Feeling

I’m just getting the feeling for a feeling,

I’m just getting used to never getting used to anything,

And it feels right just before it ends.

Like her, the tears patiently wait,

But the sky of foil, twists and boils and it eventually rains.

This planned changed brings a change of plans.

But still no return; the girl in white waits,

For the dance, delay, the waltz reiterates,

And the silence cracks; again we smile.

The eyes that once wept fade green to blue,

The hair brown to blonde as I run my hand through,

And a deep breath of you before hitting the unfamiliar road I know so well.