Another work of fiction inspired by a scene once seen. I promise that I have never left a note in this fashion. But that's not to say notes have not been left by others (such as in aforementioned scene).
The Note
When she gets the note she'll be preparing to leave
Turning off the lights and locking doors
she might resist the urge to roll herself another cigarette
as she's taking down the pictures form the wall she'll wonder at it all;
how the pieces seemed to fit.
And think about the threads that she couldn't seem to stitch
She will take her time as she drives her car away
watching all the people passing by
when she reaches the street corner where they said their last goodbye
she'll see a shadow flit their between the lines
and wonder at it all... how the pieces seemed to fit
and think about the threads... she just couldn't seem to stitch.
She'll never be alone as long there is feeling and there's distance left to go
(a distance that's not measured out of nothing)
She might never know as she waits at the street-corner and the traffic starts to flow,
suddenly she goes.... she'll better off on her own..
'Time is a healer' they say, 'Time will take the greatest pains away'
But one note scribbled in haste was a brick wall
Pride comes before the Foolish fall.
When she gets the note he won't be far away, walking with a bundle of his clothes
When he reaches the street-corner where he's certain she will go
he'll blend in with the faces and the flow and wonder at it all
how the pieces seem to fit.
And think about the threads that he just couldn't seem to stitch...
'Time is a healer' they say, 'Time will take the greatest pains away'
But one note scribbled in haste was a brick wall
One note scribbled in haste ended it all
Off they go oblivious to it all
Pride comes before the Foolish fall.
Flash.... if you prefer it...
The Note - Dave Green by David Green 21
The Note
When she gets the note she'll be preparing to leave
Turning off the lights and locking doors
she might resist the urge to roll herself another cigarette
as she's taking down the pictures form the wall she'll wonder at it all;
how the pieces seemed to fit.
And think about the threads that she couldn't seem to stitch
She will take her time as she drives her car away
watching all the people passing by
when she reaches the street corner where they said their last goodbye
she'll see a shadow flit their between the lines
and wonder at it all... how the pieces seemed to fit
and think about the threads... she just couldn't seem to stitch.
She'll never be alone as long there is feeling and there's distance left to go
(a distance that's not measured out of nothing)
She might never know as she waits at the street-corner and the traffic starts to flow,
suddenly she goes.... she'll better off on her own..
'Time is a healer' they say, 'Time will take the greatest pains away'
But one note scribbled in haste was a brick wall
Pride comes before the Foolish fall.
When she gets the note he won't be far away, walking with a bundle of his clothes
When he reaches the street-corner where he's certain she will go
he'll blend in with the faces and the flow and wonder at it all
how the pieces seem to fit.
And think about the threads that he just couldn't seem to stitch...
'Time is a healer' they say, 'Time will take the greatest pains away'
But one note scribbled in haste was a brick wall
One note scribbled in haste ended it all
Off they go oblivious to it all
Pride comes before the Foolish fall.
Flash.... if you prefer it...
The Note - Dave Green by David Green 21
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