Let this crystal tear
Flow down this river
Of dull chocolate brown.
The ends of my fingers no longer listen,
They beg to be cast away.
My thin cotton curtains plead
To be thrown wide open, the tired light
On the other side, begs to be freed.
This rain tapping on my window pane
Whispers sweet lies, such
Slithering across my bedroom walls.
They miss you, those walls,
The mirror shows your face
Even when I stand before it.
Well, I guess, that’s what it does.
It reflects me, my heart,
Which has only you.