Sometimes the feelings would slip away seemed elusively,
And then I’d feel so alone that way miserably.
That’s when memories would start to haunt,
As I lay down, it would yield to thoughts.
Thoughts that should have prevented you from becoming,
Just a plain image in my mind out of dreaming.
I shouldn’t have been tight with the love so strong,
So that you didn’t have to wait too long.
The melody wouldn’t be so bad as long as I’d feel again.
Regret must be a delightful enough accompaniment.
It’s how I know I wouldn’t be alone,
Memories and feelings would never be gone.
At least I know that even now you’re gone,
I won’t be alone until the sorrowful dawn.
