Guitar. Low light. Everything stops.
The cold is blowing from the open window you left behind.
My fingers are frozen I play the same song.
But song is so broken with cold you have caused.
Time out. You're back. The smile is in haze.
You're eyes are so loving from liquor in hands.
I used to like the smell on you,
but lately the alcohol took even that.
It's all you can do. Disappear like a ghost.
I try to hold on, but you slip from my touch.
I tell you to stop and listen to heart.
Why am I not enough?
"You pain me" you say and stumble away.
The cold sinks me down, no window just pain.