When you left
It was so bad

I cried all the time

And wrote you everyday
In a marbel notebook
Black and white
Letters you will never see
Lyrics that you'd roll your eyes at

Tears fell so endlessly
Heavy-heart ached so loudly
That sometimes it was all I heard
And I couldn't see it ever getting better

But it wasn't only my waking moments
That found me twisted up in knots
Writhing in grief at our untimely demise

I would dream about you, Love
And no ordinary dreams, either

Always the same scene playing out
You'd be home for the weekend
I'd be en route to where you were
But I wouldn't know you were there
And you'd be gone by the time I arrived

I must have had that dream
Over a half a dozen times
In that first year you were gone

And it always broke my heart
When I would learn within a week or so
That it really happened
Every time

We never did have good timing, Love
Not even in my dreams

06/15/2005