Hold me close
don't let me go, tonight
our lips and tongues
will dance their goodbyes

As our fingers follow
familiar trails on flesh
that remembers only a time
when we were lovers

I sit and watch her bottom lip tremble,
And know that it's my fault.

The pieces that she can't assemble,
Are locked within the vault.

I sit and watch her eyes cloud over,
And have to look away,

She stills calls me her sunshine,
But I blind her with the rain.