It’s now the middle of the night
as the stereo softly plays nostalgia,
but I’m the only one
awake.
You’re dreaming
in that other room,
And our kids take after you.
I sit here boxing up our life,
Staring at the walls, these walls once our life’s witnesses,
Tomorrow will be bare.
And though you tried to force the clocks to slow;
I let time escape and show the way.
Stunned to think
where I’m going.
Forgetting how afraid we were to smile before we
Opened the boxes of yesterday’s promise.
Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 8:48 PM UTC
It’s now the middle of the night
as the stereo softly plays nostalgia,
but I’m the only one
awake.
You’re dreaming
in that other room,
And our kids take after you.
I sit here boxing up our life,
Staring at the walls, these walls once our life’s witnesses,
Tomorrow will be bare.
And though you tried to force the clocks to slow;
I let time escape and show the way.
Stunned to think
where I’m going.
Forgetting how afraid we were to smile before we
Opened the boxes of yesterday’s promise.
