Is it morning yet?Can't we lay here a moment,And pretend to sleep?
Like lavender dreams,You're gone in the morning light,Leaving me yearning.
Thoughtless is the wind,To take up my musings so,And leave me... thoughtless.
Turn off the phone, friend,And put it off to the side,Be yourself again.
Stones snap in rhythm,Marking the gentle passing,Of our finite time.
perhaps i'll lie down,look to the sky, and one day,just get over it
Moonlight bending back,Across this empty pillow,Dark side of the bed.
I just texted you.You're being ridiculous -No, I just got back.Of course I'm fine. Well, I mean...It's nice to hear your voice, too.
A fool's bawdy laugh,Jingles in my empty head,Ringing home old cheer.I envy the mirthful gits,No thoughts can brew no troubles.
Kissy face pictures,Names scribbled in bright blue ink,Now faded with time. How fondly we look to the horizon,Not knowing that our journey is over.