The city lights are fading fast,
Another town, another past.
The roads are long, the nights are cold,
And every mile feels twice as old.
I left the tears back in that room,
Where love once bloomed, now filled with gloom.
Your shadow follows everywhere,
But I’m too tired, too tired to care.
I packed my bags, I hit the road,
To outrun the weight, to lighten the load.
But every stop, every café,
Just reminds me it’s Valentine’s Day.
And now I’m sitting alone again,
In a world that’s spinning, but I can’t pretend.
The stars are bright, but they don’t feel like home,
Just another night, just another poem.
I’m a stranger in this crowded place,
With an empty seat and a ghostly space.
And now I’m sitting alone again,
On Valentine’s, with a heart to mend.
The train rolls on, the mountains fade,
Another chapter, another shade.
I thought I’d find some peace out here,
But all I found was another tear.
The postcards say, “Wish you were here,”
But I’m just talking to the atmosphere.
The silence screams, the echoes play,
A broken tune on Valentine’s Day.
I booked the flights, I crossed the sea,
But every wave just brings back memories.
The maps don’t lead where I want to go,
They just remind me of what I don’t know.
And now I’m sitting alone again,
In a world that’s spinning, but I can’t pretend.
The stars are bright, but they don’t feel like home,
Just another night, just another poem.
I’m a stranger in this crowded place,
With an empty seat and a ghostly space.
And now I’m sitting alone again,
On Valentine’s, with a heart to mend.
Maybe someday I’ll find my way,
Through the wreckage of yesterday.
But for now, I’ll keep moving on,
Through the dusk, into the dawn.
The world is wide, the skies are blue,
And maybe someday I’ll find you too.
But tonight, it’s just me and the wind,
And the scars of a love that thinned.
And now I’m sitting alone again,
In a world that’s spinning, but I can’t pretend.
The stars are bright, but they don’t feel like home,
Just another night, just another poem.
I’m a stranger in this crowded place,
With an empty seat and a ghostly space.
And now I’m sitting alone again,
On Valentine’s, with a heart to mend.
So here’s to the lonely, the lost, the brave,
To the hearts that ache, to the souls that save.
Tonight I’ll toast to the love I knew,
And the miles ahead, to start anew.
And now I’m sitting alone again,
But maybe that’s where the healing begins.
motte22
