There's a gap between the curtains
it's where the night gets in.
memories fall like icy snowflakes
and prickle on my skin.

I hear the voices calling
in the early light of day
a choir of sorrow and regret
that never goes away

There's a gap between the curtains
it lets in all the dark
awakens the soulful voices
where all old loves are parked.

I cry to see tomorrow.
But the past will never part
and the future holds its secrets
In the darkest of the  dark.