Next Day
Next Day – Or Is It This Day Yesterday anytime jp melville Empty. Woman. Let me down softly. Softly let me down. While I lie there I can rest a bit. Maybe cast a glance to heaven then Before the flood gates’ portals open wide. Why is it I call for her and she does not come? Why is it I hold out my hand And there’s only wind that holds it there And my fingertips they wish to touch the stars Even as they race away. I want to believe in love again Take away the shame Take away forgotten names That cling to a heart remain Swelling tears in my eyes sting from blame. Full. I take a deep breath Chuckle to myself Wrong horizon looking inside You silly man Selfish place to be. Roll over up on elbow Raise your body up Stand Eyes level Breath once more. It’s over. Move your ass on .