| Seventy-nine days since
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| you pushed away my hand
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| autumnal fires fading
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| and muttered words, so sad
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| Never one to face it
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| the petals wilt alone
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| seventy-nine days since
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| the ghost of a life did call
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| Memories surround me
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| 'eternally yours' you wrote
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| the night that the harbour held us
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| less than a year ago
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| From the slums to the grandest mansions
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| I cannot find my place
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| stunned, I can only wonder
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| what proved my grave mistake
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| The street signs cold and distant
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| the skyline no longer ours
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| seventy-nine days since
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| I counted up, not down
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| Heartburnt
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| just as you made me
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| disturbed
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| but you could save me
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| and possibly make me return
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| you know I’m waiting
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| Hearburnt
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| won’t somebody save me
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| or self medicate me
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| please someone awake me
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| this I yearn
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| Please somebody crave me
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| …this I yearn |