copper & beer [lover’s lament]:

She tries to forget but her heart remembers his

and the feel of his arms as they slide around her waist

like a whisper that promises: I will not let you go

Autumn moon waxing in an October sky

and too many hands resting on her shoulder in a conciliatory gesture

She’d rather his naked arms and calloused hands

she’d rather time stood still; she’d rather anything

other than this purgatory she’s always refused to believe in

Memories are just echoes let loose in our hearts

regrets are just mistakes that we’re too proud to admit we’ve made and

this life is really just one passing afternoon in

our endless numbered days – if you hold stock in such notions

And she’s not sure what she believes anymore but

the phantom feel of his arms haunts her soul

Falling leaves that dance across the yard and

the frost that stretches its icy fingers along the window panes

herald the approach of the shortening days, the chill of winter

But she already feels the cold creeping into her bones

as she lies awake at night, restless in her big empty bed

And she swears that she can still hear his voice as it echoes through the house

or the creak of his foot on the stairs as he comes in from the field at the end of the day

But her mind reminds her of the truth – he is gone now

so very far away, he is gone now, he is gone away

And she tries desperately o forget but her heart remembers his and

the feel of his arms as they slid around her waist

in a whisper that promised…