Someone tied a ribbon low
Where the sidewalk starts to slow
A sketch of ears with careful pen
Drawn and redrawn now and then
The bell is gone but sound remains
Echoed soft in fence line chains
You check again though you don't know
why Some absences still say goodbye
A plastic bowl with yesterday's name The
sun has blurred what it used to claim
Footsteps fade,
no prints in sight Just grass pressed down from last night
The bell is gone but sound remains Echoed soft in fence line chains
You check again though you don't know
why Some absences still say goodbye
Hope ends where habit lives A child walks by and starts to write
A question mark and marker light below A box just in case
Left beneath that ghosted face The bell is gone but sound remains
Echoed soft in fence line chains You
check again though you don't know why
Some absences still say goodbye
Some absences still say goodbye
The bell is gone but sound remains Echoed soft in fence line chains
You check again though you don't know
why Some absences still say goodbye
Some absences still say goodbye