With the mist of love on my breath, you left me
I understand you hadn't planned to,
And I know you didn't want to
But nevertheless you did.
With the dew of sorrow in my eyes, I sat alone
Before the glow of warmth had even left my skin
It's not your fault, but I don't feel any better
Huddled by myself in the corner
Your absence looming over me
(More than your presence ever did)
I hardly think to place the blame
I am still alone
And you are still away.
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A Call at Midnight
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