The house stands quiet In the shade of the trees. The sun hides Behind the clouds, But the heat remains. Once in a while A gentle breeze sweeps through the branches, Leaving behind A whisper of nothingness. I stand there By the street side, Alone and cold, Looking both directions for you. Then dusk comes, With the street lights shimmering, And the moths dancing, I stand there By the street side, Alone and cold, Looking both directions for you. In the darkness of night, I hear your faint call, I fumble and stumble around, But I could not feel you Near and about. Then dawn comes, I find your empty shoes Lying in the morning dew. I stand there By the street side, Alone and cold, Looking both directions for you. |