There are eight hours left in the day
yet it's dark outside
where those cars keep tearing past
disturbing the quiet in here.
I'm trying not to feel alone
rattling around in this empty home
but when I caved and I called out
you didn't call back.
Steps have been taken
will your path revisit this place?
I sit in our home and remember
the beginning, in this room
with the cars still racing by
and it was still dark outside
and your arms were around my shoulders
and your heart was shouting yes.
Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 11:24 AM UTC
There are eight hours left in the day
yet it's dark outside
where those cars keep tearing past
disturbing the quiet in here.
I'm trying not to feel alone
rattling around in this empty home
but when I caved and I called out
you didn't call back.
Steps have been taken
will your path revisit this place?
I sit in our home and remember
the beginning, in this room
with the cars still racing by
and it was still dark outside
and your arms were around my shoulders
and your heart was shouting yes.
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