When I received the prompt, "Going, going, gone" on Monday, I immediately knew where I wanted to take it. The melody and words came almost instantly. Then I pulled out a guitar, and this current melody popped out of nowhere, which in turn, canceled out all the words I had originally imagined.
That little moment right there is honestly the best part of this weekly exercise: having an idea end up going completely in the opposite direction, following wherever it takes you. And if it does indeed take you somewhere, you better hop on board and go with it – time's a tickin’!
This song: "Time heals all wounds." I'm not so sure about all that. Like sea glass or a river stone, they've just been hit with enough additional external forces over the years that they may not feel so sharp to the touch, but the wound is still there. The image of a little fragile heart holding onto the past it cannot correct in one arm and trying to push the sun back as the future approaches with the other. Like the scene at the end of Heat where Val Kilmer's character is shooting a ridiculously large machine gun in one direction, then turns 180 degrees and desperately shoots in the opposite direction. Like that. I feel that. Gone, Gone, Gone
Going, going, gone
Color fades away
Shades of what we once were, obscured in the gray
Edges blurred, the lines distort who was right or wrong
Dust settles where love once was
Going, going, gone
“Going, going, gone”, whispers in the breeze
The words hang heavy in the air then bring us to our knees
Played back as a melody in a long forgotten song
Going once, going twice
Gone, gone, gone
Going, going, gone
The salt air on my cheek
The thoughts we can’t quite comprehend or dare not speak
Holding on to the past while pushing back the dawn
Just a heart left to beat alone
Going, going, gone
Gone, Gone, Gone