When lights go out, and all is dark.
I begin to wonder has someone new found the key to my heart?
I lie awake challenging the silence of night, and I toss and turn while searching the depths of a second sight.
I just lie there, concentrating; droning in on the past.
I cannot help but think how some things aren’t meant to last.
I wade about the memories, and ride the river of pain, flowing through my soul.
I think about all the stories I chose to leave untold.
I think about the present, and what you mean to me?
I blindly sustain the silence, hoping this darkness will help me to see.




