As morning wakes me and I shake
The tangles out and turn my head
Last night's wineglass glimmers
On the table by my bed.
That constant tick will sound the clock
Will ring days and nights beyond
You'll rise and shower, smile and
In a morning's sigh be gone.
I roll 'round to face you
Sleeping softly by my side
And stretching out my hand
I could touch you if I tried.
A numbness creeps out of my toes
Up into my mind and in my ear,
The pounding words repeat,
Fool, he isn't really here.
Today becomes one more
In a series of goodbyes
Waking to this hollow room
Remembering all the lies.
I want to hold the moment
To ask why you can't care
But the starkness of the light renews
This morning's sharp despair.
It seems like holding out my hand
And begging for someone
Who would keep me from the lonely
Is all I've ever done.
Now we have spent our hours
We've filled up gentle nights
Unfolding the dimensions of our minds
And groping for the heights.
The wineglass on the table
Trails its shadow on the shelf
And I lie here while you're sleeping
Empty as the glass that's left.
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