Cold hands, brush across the darkness, arousing the sleep
That helped you steal away, once again a star, in the blackness so deep.
Time slips through my fingers,
Unable to grasp our reality even you fade from view.
Every scent of you lingers,
Long after you've bid the usual farewell and adieu.
Possibilities, run through my mind as you grope along the floor
For things long discarded, quickly found.
Possibilities, that find themselves at the front of my mind, banging at the door,
Revolving through the motions, around and around.
In the chaos of this all, there is but one simple reality.
You always leave me in the silence of the night.
