Gone

He packs his bags, leaving some things behind 
Takes in the last sip from yesterday’s glass of wine 
Wrinkles don’t matter, on him or on his clothes 
Nothing he can do now, his door about to close 
 
How this did happen, how it all came about? 
That’s a tough one to say, a tough one no doubt 
An answer to the question, just wait if you will 
The time to tell it, there’s no time to kill 
 
For him it’s a dream, figment of a jaded imagination  
Brought on in a scene repeated and dead to sensation  
Numb he became, figured there’s nothing to do 
Why wait for the crash, like ‘29, lost all everyone knew 
 
Packing he continues, what else should he be doing? 
Those pictures won’t fit, “how soon are you going”? 
He stops and he thinks and makes up his mind 
To leave it all packed, unopened, to leave it behind 
 
The difference this time is the same as before 
A stranger called my bluff, two aces against my two fours 
Seeing the chips lay there, seeing how the chips fall 
Best turn away, who wants to hear “I’ve lose it all”? 
 
Play another hand, can’t lose anymore, foolish thought  
“I’m not leaving like this, I’m a fighter, stronger I fought”
What’s beyond comprehension, taken so many blows 
There’s no fight left, I’d lose like always, you suppose. 
 

No one had to tell him, truth came with 3 shots of 1.75 
You can see what’s left, you can see it in his eye 
Recalling that packing, it brings all this mess home 
It’s not his leaving that kills, it’s leaving each one alone  

His body still punches, never landing, say it as it is 
Every opponent would take a shot, take what is his 
The gloves will hang, get used never more  
Like all he pretended to pack, with nothing to store 

When did it happen and why’d it happen so quick? 
You’re left to guess too, while he bleeds out from nicks 
Fighting got to fighter, the fighter pretending, is not true 
Take one look or a glance, you figure everyone knew? 
 
The trip will be short, realizing he must get on his way 
Night comes too soon, he confirmed he really can’t stay  
If you could look what he took, I’d think you’d agree 
He took nothing that’s precious, you saw it, I believe