Eastward Song

So I wrote another eastward song,

The talks were short but the road was long,

now it's just a picture in a box; your smiling face.



So I endured another long goodbye,

the tears were brief but the feelings thrived.

now it's just a thick skin that I use, that I try.



So I took a drive on a familiar road,

I knew the ground; I'd walked nearby.

now it's just a memory of past days; i've said goodbye.