The "So Long" Note

by Gregory Snyder

Do you still live around this place?
If you strolled by would I recognize your face?
Is your hair still trimmed shoulder length?
Do you still wear your mother's claddagh ring?

It's been so long... too long,
since I've roamed these streets,
And another life time to pen these words,
I've so desperately longed to speak.

How do I explain myself? Where would I even start?
No consideration of how you felt & the toll it took on your heart.
How do I explain myself? Where do I possibly begin?
There isn't a day that goes by when...
I don't struggle with, What we could have been...
Oh, what we could have been.

Here is my apology... A "So Long" Note, so long over due.
I came back to our hometown hoping I'd run into you.
but there's no sign of you.

So, I sang my song and left my words in the air.
Maybe you'll feel them the next time you're there.
though, I doubt if you'll even care.
Will you even care?

I know I vanished, a ghost, gone without a trace.
Leaving you in the night holding on to empty space.
And after all these years, It's the thought of you I try to replace.
Living a life of regret, It's the thought of us I try to erase.

I go to our spot, where we first kissed.
I look back on it now, God, we were just kids.
I walk down the same old roads, I come upon the place you called home,
I stare up at the window... of your old bedroom.
I've never felt so alone... I've never felt alone.

I see us as we once were, when we were younger,
and it makes me wonder, what we could have been.
It makes me wonder... What we could have been.

Here is my apology... A "So Long" Note, so long over due.
I came back to our hometown hoping I'd run into you.
but there's no sign of you.

So, I sang my song and left my words in the air.
Maybe you'll feel them the next time you're there.




ABOUT THE POET ~
Just someone who likes to dabble in writing lyrics and poetry. I've always considered it a hobby, and have never taken it all that seriously... I enjoy it though.


Last updated September 19, 2011