She’s the light of the moon
Shining in my empty room
Tonight
She asked me to sit for a while
But that’s really not my style
She gave me something to regard
But something I could never see
There’s nothing on the TV
There’s nothing left inside of me
Tonight
I never learned to say goodbye
Heartaches don’t move in single file
Maybe we’ll laugh just once more
Maybe I’ll slide under the door
Maybe she’s forgotten that I’m gone
Maybe makes everything take too long
— John R. Durant © 2010
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