it seems our chapter is coming to a close
words ran thin, the tea kettle is barren
there is nothing left to say
except goodbye
buona giornata

run to Yosemite late in the night
gaze in awe at glacial wonder
all thoughts of me turn to dust
as a wind blows through
goodnight, love
i won't see you tonight

lull yourself to sleep with Dvořák
succumb to sweet dreams
let California tuck you in
dream of me not
for i will be gone

Tuscany welcomes me with warm arms
a glass of ambiance, just that much
will do
Milan wraps me in Armani robe
paint emotions on a broken face
Sicily washes all thoughts of you
until i am whole again
for you
i'll never smile