I want to talk
but there's no one there
what is love
with no one to share
a lonely room
an empty bed
a stack of books
I've already read
I stare out the window
to the street below
all is shadow
except the streetlamp's glow
I listen to music
but it's lonely, too
so I sit and smoke
and think of you
I could be happy
because I'm free
but what of that
if there's just me
and there's the memories
that bind me
and the morning light
will find me
sitting still
asleep in the chair
I wake and know that
you aren't there
and I watch as the sun
brings it's morning light
but I know it will go
and leave the night