Nothing’s Gone

when will you go

I might come after later on

once starting over is all that shakes my heart’s desire

seen you around

learned there are people of your type

but no one’s resting their eyes on the air when words are kind

back in the scene

all I can touch appears surreal

and what’s no longer really meant for me now charms the most

left are ads

and religious quotes

that you pass

on each walk home

wholehearted tries

seen from a distance all my life

couldn’t resist to pick the right hand’s lot at every turn

thinking about

what your old memory would write

it always seemed easy to be sincere on the way down

thinking it’s best

to cling to the thriller that is left

what is more frightful than a lasting threat leaving you dry

it’s no art

to start moving on

it’s an art

when nothing’s gone