Moonlight through curtains; I left the porch light off.
Listen to the rustle of leaves left from last fall
I heard the cold wind whisper of the coming day.
I didn't want to listen, still I heard it say,
"She's drifting away."... from me.
I heard her stirring in room next door.
I heard the suitcase closing and the creaking floor.
Tomorrow she's leaving but I feel it tonight.
No sorrow. No grieving just a silent goodbye.
She's drifting away from me.
It seems I heard her say she'd be back someday
But she's drifting away; she's drifting away from me.
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 12:11 AM UTC
Moonlight through curtains; I left the porch light off.
Listen to the rustle of leaves left from last fall
I heard the cold wind whisper of the coming day.
I didn't want to listen, still I heard it say,
"She's drifting away."... from me.
I heard her stirring in room next door.
I heard the suitcase closing and the creaking floor.
Tomorrow she's leaving but I feel it tonight.
No sorrow. No grieving just a silent goodbye.
She's drifting away from me.
It seems I heard her say she'd be back someday
But she's drifting away; she's drifting away from me.
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