Departure

The horror of departure
The chemical disarmament
No presence is permanent

But people leave traces
When they leave these places
And I have come to depend on
Certain of your faces

And I can't do it anymore

The spirit of abandon
Where the spirit is abandoned
And the body thinks itself to soar

But people leave traces

A spiritual deprature
Your disintegrating stature
And well you might be scared to look
Over your shoulder
Watch her crumble into sand
The last woman the last man
Swim the sea and walk the land
To leave and leave and leave and leave

People leave traces
When they leave these places
And I have come to depend on
Certain of your faces

When will I see you again?