I wish you were home already,
I wish I wouldn't have to wait so long.
I wish I could've found you,
In the police line-up of all the folk I lost.
I wish my words hadn't sounded empty.
I wish I remembered to feed the goldfish,
The one you gave me, the one...
I so carelessly drowned.
I've come to think you don't come as often
Because of that goldfish, nameless and now belly-up
Dead.
I've written you poems, since you were last here,
About half a dozen I don't know where to send.
You didn't leave a forwarding address,
You took good care to cover your tracks.
Poems you wouldn't want to read,
Words I wish I didn't have to write.
But nobody counts broken wishes, do they?
Nobody gives a damn about what was lost.
Don't come back. There are no words for you here.
Only dying echoes...only dying echoes...