Terminal. By Louis P. Burns aka Lugh © 1987 / 2002
Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 11:16 pm
terminal
By Louis P. Burns aka Lugh © 1987 / 2002. All Rights Reserved.
By Louis P. Burns aka Lugh © 1987 / 2002. All Rights Reserved.
- standing in the airport
feeling lost and alone
watching people wait for hours
to use a telephone
a policeman tells the broken-hearted
there's nothing he can do
I have a cup of coffee
the clock shows quarter-to
you don't know what it did to me
when you had to go away
all I could do was hope
that you'd be back again
someday
the rain is falling heavy
I press my face into the glass
and try to visualise your face
at sometime in the past
they said you died a hero's death
out on the frontline
that you climbed the ranks of bravery
when you lay down on a mine
well, all I feel is nausea
and I wish that I could scream
I wish that I could pinch myself
and wake up from this dream
but, this is not imagined
this is very, very, real.
I can't help thinking that you
got the shit end of the deal
you don't know what it did to me
when you had to go away
all I could do was hope
that you'd be back again
someday.
standing on the tarmac
my heart sinks like a stone
as they take your body off the plane
you have finally
come home...