I miss the way it aches gently, every morning
After you wake up, having slept on it all night
The morning only brings me a painless emptiness
You and I nurse wounds of the past that are gone
Yet we fan the flames that burn our soul in separation
If only you would let me find myself back to you
Rather than you blowing off the candles lighting my path
Would this night be any darker, if the moon drowned
And if I slept at the bottom of the pond where we swam once
Would you not feel my absence, like I feel yours so loud
Or would you just not think, and I am just a forgotten thought
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