words

I feel the trembling tingle of a sleepless night
creep through my fingers and the monn is bright
beams of blue come flickering through my window pane
like gypsy moths that dance around the candle flame.
 
And I wonder if you know, That I never understood,
that although you said you'd go, until you did,
I never thought you would.
 
Moonlight use to bath the contours of your face,
while chestnut hair fell all around the pillowcase,
and the fragrance of your flowers rest beneath my head
a sympathy bouquet left with the love that's dead
 
never thought the words you said were true,
never thought you said just what you meant,
never knew how much I needed you,
never thought you'd leave, until you went
 
morning comes and morning goes with no regrets
the evening brings the memories I can't forget
empty rooms that echo as I climb the stairs,
and empty clothes that drape and fall on empty chairs