These Days
Where do I begin?
One has so many wonders,so many questions, so many cares.
Darkness is colored in a darker hue.
Daylight is dimmed by your missing shadow.
Every door opened is a reminder that your steps will not follow,
that your words will not break the inexplicable, distilled, lingering air.
Where do I begin if all my days are trembled with passing thoughts of you.
The lyrics we sung are now unstrung words with no cadence,no meaning, no song.
The melody that was you is gone.
Where do I begin if the words I share are left drifting in the wind,
a soliloquy is not meant for one.
Where do I begin
if you are not here to answer,
where do I begin?
if you are not here to answer,
where do I begin?
