You left me on a rainy Tuesday, nothing more was said
I listened to the blues all day, to try and ease my aching head
I noticed there, a pool of tears to catch and so reflect instead
The day’s demise to evening, in clouds of pink and crimson red

I listened to those same old songs, I’ve heard a thousand times
You know, the ones we listened to when love was cherished, in its prime
It seems that now their meaning far and lost... within the lonely rhymes
Perhaps sorrow reveals herself, if I listen close…
between the lines

My dream is to relive, and thus repair those things that went so wrong
The radio however seems to play my sadness on, and on
The music helps me not at all, but then I knew that all along
The wasted years come flooding back, in the solemn words of that old song

I try hard not to listen, and as such not think of you
But then the week rolls back around, the Tuesdays come again on cue
It’s raining once again... and so I sit and listen to the blues
Remembering the day you walked away, it’s really nothing new

Oh I suppose the music tends to sooth me in some ways
To ease the broken memories that linger, trapped within the haze
I still recall your dark browns eyes, the shy and gentle loving ways
I close my eyes and drift to you,
as I listen to the music play..

Dean Evans
12-15-14