Does a withered, white rose
Hold any indication?
Or a 3 digit road sign
Give any consolation?
For you?

Must every small good-bye between us
Result in you closing a door?
How can you ignore the stones I throw,
Rapping against your windowpane?
They are boulders...

The road has closed,
Forced us apart,
Resulting in landslides,
Crushing my heart.
Freezing here,
Hours until dawn.
Can't go back,
But can't go on.

Now I'm ripping through this rubble,
Fingers torn and bleeding,
And I'm starving here with nothing to eat
Save a bottle of sleeping pills...

The road has closed,
Forced us apart,
Resulting in landslides,
Crushing my heart.
Freezing here,
Hours until dawn.
Can't go back,
But can't go on.
 

~Jan Brian Vis