Longing and Losing

Honey I still see
the stars shine in the sky
each night
And I still wish for the roads
to lead me back
The sofa creaks
on one side these days
and the dust lingers there
the same way it does on the half-made bed
when the sunlight streams through the window
The phone rings sometimes
and sometimes I pick it up
and strike a conversation
about you, or the weather
or the time
but most days I’m afraid they’ll ask for you
Someone else already asked for you
and you left
And that same night
I left myself sitting on the bar
drinking a beer I no longer taste
smoking a cigarette that’s no longer mine
and playing a song that I no longer have the words for

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