Ode to Tom Cochrane
Sinkin…
Without those you love in a city far away from all that you love, hope dies with every step you take out your front door.
Out there with the snow crunching under my feet, the cold air whips my ears and all of the suffering we inflict on one another each and every day numbs me with every breath.
Perhaps seeing happiness on the faces of those I love would bring me peace, but there is no relief, no respite no refuge to speak of…just despair and loneliness.
For once, I would like to remind those who admire my strength and perseverance that: “No I am not a rock, and I can feel it now” and, just for a moment “I'd like to forget that my heart is sinking like a sunset.”
