Low in the Whole.
I miss the attention you paid me,
And the words you used to write,
You have moved on, that I see,
Only I’m still alone tonight.
The trees will still bloom,
And the wind will still roar,
Will you ever come soon,
This pain inside I must ignore.
Without a word you left,
And yet I’m still behind,
Hoping to cure the cleft,
Comfort in pain I find.
One day you’ll come seeking for me
You’ll recall memories left behind,
My soul has left a cold body,
How could you have been so blind?