A million sighs have left your lips, and dangle, guilty sharpened strips, mock our laughter soft and sweet, when we two were once complete;
glancing coyly brazen smiles, a billion broken ‘all the while’s, where we talked and laughed and sang, stopped to listen how it rang, real as true love ever gets, how our heartaches were left in beds
after nights of levity, stars and rough wool left to flee-
a broken buzzing memory, buzzing burning deep in me.
I'm standing in that dashing place- where I last beheld your face, where we last loved straight and true, where my heart was left with you.
A year or two has passed us by, cut off with another sigh, weary world has kept us ‘part, leaving love’s an early art, left in dust yet used ‘til dry,
dry as eyes none left to cry, they cried until they had to die- die away where they lie, hidden beneath iron lid, closed away from all they hid;
dreaming away the demons dark, dreaming forth the rose and lark, the soft and sweet that made complete,
past and sadness left to mold, taken from the days of old.
waking up can be so tough, when we two see life so rough, woolen masks of dreadful woes, left with all the ‘time to go’s-
when we only want escape, to find a way, rewind the tape.
To go back to the start again and find a way to not have ‘when’, stay as two and never part, avoid the fated broken heart.