The breezy walkway that leads up to you,
The fine grains of sand that crumble under my feet,
The stone-laid pavement that’s still warm from the afternoon Sun,
And the shimmering light that beckons me to your door.
Those are my memories of a past with you,
The days of love and the days of despair,
The days when I rush to you for a word of solace,
When all you’d do is the incessant smile,
Without a blink, without a thought, without a word.
I look around for the cues you leave,
The silent chat and the momentary pause,
And in a quick swirl, I turn around,
Walk away like I wouldn’t return,
But between you and me, I never leave.
When the crowd is gone and the sky is dark,
It’s just you and me, over and again.
From the darkest of the night,
To the brightest of the Sun,
It’s just you and me, over and again.
The Last Straw 