Border Of Goodbye (with Joliz) by Robert S. Dean

I got a picture standing on my dresser
It’s been there for as long as you’ve been gone
It seems to me the only way to reach you
Is in my dreams or by the telephone
On the border of goodbye and gone too long

I see your shadow stretching down the highway
I hear an old coyote singing his last song
Winter nights are quiet but heavy with a silence
It’s hard to believe we’re coming up on dawn
On the border of goodbye and gone too long

Springtime in the mountains is coming down
I’ll see you in the Foxglove that covers the ground

I keep your posted notes hidden in the kitchen
They smell of coffee, honey, and old sweet songs
Every word feels like a bridge to somewhere
But I can’t find where the map has been redrawn
On the border of goodbye and gone too long
On the border of goodbye and gone too long