Thursday, October 11, 2007 // 3:43 PM
It's still empty.
Just as empty as when you came.
Just as empty as when you left.
It will always be so.
No-one can heal the marks you left,
fill the shoes you left behind.
It's so wise for them to not try.
You sat and hummed.
You drank and smiled.
Asked me to play you a lullaby.
So soft and tormenting.
It's my medicine for sleep.
It's how I remember you,
your story, told in a few simple chords.
Wordless music. A wordless life.
When I die it will be to this,
sweet, tormenting lullaby.
The memory of you still fresh.
Fresh in my mind.
How simply it was for you to touch my life.
Goodnight, my love.
It's all I needed to say.
All that it took to make you smile.
The only memories I have of meeting you.
Such a different person.
Such a life changer.
It's still empty.
It always will be.
Nobody can amount to you.
Nobody can sing your lullaby, or play it.
Goodnight, my love.
That's all the bar remembers.
In a sleepless town.
In a sleepless bar.
Nobody will ever be like you.
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