Until It's Gone

I used to be a man who worked all day

Who never got some rest.

I’d run to where the money was

Thinking it for my best.

I’d work and work until I could not stand

And then I’d work some more

Taking memories that I’d already forgotten

Closed behind a locked up door.

I’d have what some could never have;

A smile that looked my way

Of beauty, patience and aptitude

A love that has no say.

When one day the work was in my path

A call that rang out loud

Ignored by the head that knew no more

Replaced by the loudest sound.

For when the call was answered

A message waited me

That the smile that had waited

Had passed so patiently.

It called me gurgling for my help

Crying out in pain

As someone took what I protected

Never to hear her again.

Not knowing I could have helped

Not knowing this darkest day

Would be the day I was needed most

Was the day I walked away.

So now you ask me why I sleep

Why things aren’t how they seem

It’s how I see that smile again

In my escape I call my dream.