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I have spent all of the night searching
for the same thing I lost so long ago
it has never returned on home
so I shout through the falling snow

come back, come back home
just come back, come back here
come back, even if it's not forever
just come back until the sky is clear

I have spent all of the day searching
for the way the summer sun did shine
when you caught it inside your eyes
when I caught you and called you mine

come back, come back home
just come back, come back here
come back, even if it's not forever
just come back until the sky is clear

I have spent all of my life searching
walking through this snow now falling
finding nothing but another cold night
still, I know tomorrow I will be out calling

come back, come back home
just come back, come back here
come back, even if it's not forever
just come back until the sky is clear
Don't cry, this kiss is a kiss goodbye.
Don't cling, it's time to part.
Don't look at me nor ask me why
I've taken back my heart.

No questioning, no pleading;
No door remains ajar.
No doubt your heart is bleeding
Now, and wounds of love will scar.

Don't hope to ever turn back time,
Nor resurrect the flame
Of what became a pantomime
Of love, in all but name.
© Marcus Lane 2008
it'd be a luxury to forget you
the depth of your callouses
the unevenness of your smile
the smoke on your breathe
those wooden coffee tables
carved with our dreams
in sickness and in health
we embraced it all.

it'd be a luxury to forget you
that constant burn like nicotine
that hot fire on your lips
driven by desire and passion
your strength to push me away
your eyes to draw me in
penniless and not worried
in our arms, we had it all.

it'd be a luxury to forget you
black sunglasses, fedora hats and all
your swift, careless motions
slow and tedious habits
a weakness for women
and their weakness for you
to have and to hold you
we knew, we could have it all.

it'd be a luxury to forget you
crumble those old photos
pour gas on those memories
tear that plane ticket in half
reach in and crush my heart
dagger first, scramble my brain
from this day forward
until death do us part, we'll remember it all.

it'd be a luxury to forget you,
one that i do not have.

— The End —