Popped Bubbles

Pop, pop, pop

went those tiny little bubbles

floating way high up

before my fingers touch it

and pop it goes

Pop, pop, pop

goes the bubbles

trapped in cellophane wrap

before my feet touch it

and pop they go

Pop, pop, pop

goes the bubble she lived in

sealed away from the world

before I came along

and popped it

Pop, pop, pop

goes the bubble of the life I built

with us two in it

before Fate intervened

and popped it

Pop, pop, pop

goes my breakfast cereal

as the milk is poured on it

by a person now sitting alone

at the dining room table

Pop, pop, pop

goes the heart

when it realized love could possibly be

before she wrote me saying

she never loved me

and popped it

Pop, pop, pop

went that last sound of the night

and the world ended for me

like that silvery bubble

it popped

I return to the Creator

unlike the bubble made of soap

I cannot deal with

a popped heart

this bubble I created

called life

popped

Unlike the bubble made of soap

this bubble cannot be remade

by a blow of a kiss

So, in the night, you hear

Pop, pop, pop.