Poem: The Side

Waiting on the time to move.

I see the sun, but it does not see me.

The life that holds the hands also holds the death.

Then when the birds stop singing is when you learn to begin.

That is when your soul and life begin.

To see each other and not shed a tear.

Shows that this is not what I fear.

You loved and I have lost.

The time has come for the rain to stop.

When will we see each other grow, or will just let each other go?

I cannot lie it know what to do.

It will hurt, but you already do.