Empty Glasses

(hummmm) The tea went cold an hour ago

Your winter coat still hanging low

I trace the dust upon the sill

And

wait for footsteps standing still

It hurts to keep the front door wide

When winter only blows inside

I leave the quiet on the floor

And miss you

even more

Your letters tied with faded thread

Unspoken words that

never said

Why leaving was the softer road

Beneath

this heavy, quiet load

Did the morning find you well?

Are you healing where you fell?

(ahhhh) I am staying in the gray

While the seasons drift away

It hurts to keep the front door wide

When winter only blows inside

I leave the quiet on the floor

And miss you

even more

(even

more)

Even more