On my own again
When each night until you return
Feels like a thousand years
When the ache is so bad
I can no longer produce tears
Just a sadness prevailing
And my heart slowly ailing
Until I am frightened it will harden
And feel no more
When my laughter
Seems like the laughter of another
So that I look around
For its author, surprised that it's me
When the daily chatter of
How are you's and weather
Sticks in my throat
Because unless we are together
I feel nothing
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 5:00 PM UTC
On my own again
When each night until you return
Feels like a thousand years
When the ache is so bad
I can no longer produce tears
Just a sadness prevailing
And my heart slowly ailing
Until I am frightened it will harden
And feel no more
When my laughter
Seems like the laughter of another
So that I look around
For its author, surprised that it's me
When the daily chatter of
How are you's and weather
Sticks in my throat
Because unless we are together
I feel nothing
