Reasons Forgotten

Old photographs upon the floor

Dust collecting by

the door I

search the silence in this room

For something left behind

too soon (mmmmm)

I wish that I could remember

The reason why they walked away

Turned their backs into the cold November

Leaving nothing

left to say (oh,

why)

Did I speak a bitter word?

Was it something they

misheard?

No goodbye, no parting plea

Just an empty family tree

Was it my fault or was it theirs?

A house of locked doors and cold stairs

I close my eyes and try to find The piece of time

I left behind

I wish that

I could remember

The reason why they turned away

My own family,

gone forever

Leaving only

quiet gray

(gone away)

Turned their backs on me... (ahhhh)