loneliness serves a plate of dreams that is the leftover of a yesterday meal
white cloth table set for two, a pair of unlit candles to reveal
he knew she�d never show, she was a heartbreak too late
but for one moment he thought this once would prove fate
long talks through distance, late night phone calls of simple �hello�
always knowing she was an angel looking down on him below
he never thought he�d love again, in no way did she want that ache
two broken hearts from similar yesterdays, sharing love�s burning scars of hate
but that was now, this is then
realizing he needed something more in a friend
a companion for the sunset, a comforting hand to hold
laying awake, long nights across his small bed�s fold
sharing his thoughts, healing over a dreadful past
attesting that last summer�s love would forever be his last
but she was to be the one, a smile to open his eyes
a silent voice to comfort all his covered poignant cries
more then a friend he needed, a simple girl he found
but the table was still empty, the �hello� a silent sound.