Standing

Standing,
so I’m still Standing
alone
under the sun.
Standing,
still Standing,
sometimes it feels
like I’m the last one.

Sometimes I feel
there’s a place in this world
where all of you
have gone.
Sometimes I feel
that I’ll see you again,
and then that feeling
moves on.

Standing,
Standing,
alone
In the sun.
Standing,
just Standing,
now it feels
I’m the last one.

Sometimes my thoughts
return to the time
that we have shared
in the past.
Sometimes my thoughts
linger a bit
sweetly as long
as they last.

Don’t need to tell you,
to explain myself.
I know that
it’s understood.
Don’t need to plead,
to justify.
My heart is righteous
and good.

Standing,
yea, I’m still standing,
alone
in the warmth of the sun.
Standing,
still standing,
but it feels
like I’m the last one.

Sometimes memories
drift through my days
or visit me
in my dreams.
Sometimes they
bring us together again,
at least that’s the way
that it seems.

Told me one time
a thing about me
that I needed
to hear.
Told me a little
about myself,
that I had
nothing to fear.

Standing,
I am still standing,
alone
under the sun.
Standing,
Standing.
It feels
I’m the last one.

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Author: Eric Schuurman

Eat your vegetables.