I close my eyes and I’m there
sitting in a rustic country home
the wall paper, yellowed and peeling
I look around, I’m all alone

there are photo albums strewn about
full of faces I can’t quite recall
but still I know each person in them
I spew tears  staring at them all

the sun slips through the windows
it shines gold as it’s slowly setting
I sit in it’s  amber glowing haze
there is some one that I’m forgetting

I can feel the hole inside my heart
which they used to fill so tightly
as the sun sets in the west
I think about you nightly