I wish you were home already,
I wish I wouldn't have to wait so long.
I wish I could've found you,
In the police line-up of all the folk I lost.
I wish my words hadn't sounded empty.
I wish I remembered to feed the goldfish,
The one you gave me, the one...
I so carelessly drowned.
I've come to think you don't come as often
Because of that goldfish, nameless and now belly-up
Dead.
I've written you poems, since you were last here,
About half a dozen I don't know where to send.
You didn't leave a forwarding address,
You took good care to cover your tracks.
Poems you wouldn't want to read,
Words I wish I didn't have to write.
But nobody counts broken wishes, do they?
Nobody gives a damn about what was lost.
Don't come back. There are no words for you here.
Only dying echoes...only dying echoes...
It seems to me like your ability to transmit the sad & gloomy has come out unscathed from your allegedly good mood :D
I really liked the images and metaphors on this one, from the police line-up to the goldfish (which, if I'm reading it right, should be a symbol for trust?). And I kind of understand the process of emotions you go through here, from loneliness to guilt to, I guess, enough self-loathing to tell someone not to get close to you again, for their own sake.
I hope so, be a pretty poor artist if I didn't sound all gloomy...wait, I am a poor artist, oops.
I don't know what the goldfish is, to be honest, just a word that came to my head :) I rarely intend meanings or symbols, I just write what wishes to be written, but that is definitely an interesting take on it.
Thank you :)