the mend

These words are devoid of the song you leave them lacking
They come together to form the pieces picked up from saving
All that ended up so bad
And they’ve taken all I had
Can I give it back?

These days are spent saving the mornings from the evenings
I jump in puddles and piles of clover to keep you scent
From taking over
It’s such a familiar place
That I still see your face.

Loved your detergent scented clothes
Your shoulder was my home
At 2 am I’d run blinded
And stumble to your door
Can you sweep me up once more?
Please, I need you again
To make me understand
To help this hurt heart mend.
I’m broken on the floor.

These nights are spent trapped in memories I’ve been saving
I keep my calm but really I want to be ranting and raving for
The days that I once knew
The ones I spent with you
I promise that’s the truth

These times I reminiscence with cheap wine and my emotional mind
Like lonesome trains rolling by to a new time, a sunrise
And leaving tracks behind
Don’t’ know why my cheeks aren’t dry
I never cry
Except when I call out your name in the night

Loved your detergent scented clothes
Your shoulder was my home
At 2 am I’d run blinded
And stumble to your door
Can you sweep me up once more?
I need your love again
To make me understand
To help my changed heart mend.
I’m broken on the floor.

you can't take it with you

To what sleepy far of places
Will tonight’s magic reach?
Which old forgotten pathways
Shall I travel as I sleep?
Will there be arms to still me
And calm the raging beasts
That sometimes saunter to me
And tear me with their teeth?
Or will tonight’s time
Be suffered alone and blind
As mornings soft light creeps
To warm my eyelids wandering
As thoughts churn underneath?
If I’ve laid awake and thought of you
Before the darkness comes
Will there be bright fields to walk
Or dreary halls that I must run?
Sometimes a peaceful slumber
Knows little of restful peace
When I rise cold and gasping
And tangled in the sheet.
Sometimes the night mocks me
As I awaken to a pain
Renewed again in darkness
Where no controlled thought can hide your name.
Do my dreams miss you
Like the tears I used to shed?
Has the evening not been told
That those days are past and dead?
Cruelest still are those nights
Where thoughts whisper that I am home
Through the late hours my mind holds you
Until I am forced to wake alone
Drowsy smiles jab me
As reality steals their place
If only it were as easy
As dreaming up a better day
But it’s not the night that frightens me
It’s the wakefulness I fear
For when I journey to sleep my final night
I hope those are the dreams that carry me there.