Its easy to let go
I could do it if I tried
The knots back in my stomach
Are only my disguise

There, the air does quake
But it becomes the nothing
As the fly passes

A crest with no trough?!
You can not break the silence
Its in your bones...

What is ****
Is it not my fingers flying
On this here keyboard?

She's a wayward soul
But she just so happened
To wander into my home

My doors I leave open
She'll probably soon go
But settle she might

For I really do hate
To wander alone

Maybe its the loneliness that paints this moment black
Or maybe its the long shadows as the sun does set
Maybe its the sorrow from the stress of all of that
Perhaps its just the crossroads that my life is at

I'm not asking for an answer,
Or even acknowledgement in fact

Just know that you've been on my mind