Key Pieces Gone
Maybe it was the way she touched me,
how she left me feeling content.
Or maybe it was the way she said my name
without any sign of intent.
Whatever it was, it clothed me.
Now how does a boy explain his first,
the girl who grabbed his heart away.
And how does a boy do all he can
to keep all his pieces at bay?
Whatever he does, he can't hide.
After all the years that pass between us,
all the time I did not speak.
After all the time spent behind a mask,
I changed my game from hide to seek.
Whatever the game, I missed you.
In a summer of sunsets and lonely walks,
of papers filled with distressed verse.
In a summer of sunrise searching
and nights spent unspinning a curse.
Whatever I did, I was alone.
I know where she went and still is now,
I'll be there someday too I guess.
But I never knew what she wanted here.
Maybe this ending is best.
Whatever it is, I miss her.
Maybe it was the way she left me,
so suddenly with no goodbye.
Maybe it is the way she whispers my name
when I sleep as time goes by.
Whatever she did, it is eternal.
Everyday I lose a new piece,
And dream of her missing face,
Whatever I do, she I can't replace.
© 1998 Maybe it was the way she touched me,
how she left me feeling content.
Or maybe it was the way she said my name
without any sign of intent.
Whatever it was, it clothed me.
Now how does a boy explain his first,
the girl who grabbed his heart away.
And how does a boy do all he can
to keep all his pieces at bay?
Whatever he does, he can't hide.
After all the years that pass between us,
all the time I did not speak.
After all the time spent behind a mask,
I changed my game from hide to seek.
Whatever the game, I missed you.
In a summer of sunsets and lonely walks,
of papers filled with distressed verse.
In a summer of sunrise searching
and nights spent unspinning a curse.
Whatever I did, I was alone.
I know where she went and still is now,
I'll be there someday too I guess.
But I never knew what she wanted here.
Maybe this ending is best.
Whatever it is, I miss her.
Maybe it was the way she left me,
so suddenly with no goodbye.
Maybe it is the way she whispers my name
when I sleep as time goes by.
Whatever she did, it is eternal.
Everyday I lose a new piece,
And dream of her missing face,
Whatever I do, she I can't replace.
© 1998 Zachary Joseph Boudreau
