|I look outside; I can see just a finger-nail sliver of a red moon, the flowers in full bloom, and the empty porch. Fools say hope springs eternal, but look as I might, I just can’t see you coming back into my arms again. Since the day you left I have worn a path in the carpet, from my chair to the window; looking, praying, waiting for your return...|
|Night after empty night, the radio plays; but the music is all jumbled in my ears. How can I hear the love once in the music, when I’m still listening for your car? Food on the table, a roof over my head; flowers in the garden, the dogs by my feet; God must look down and wonder why with all of my blessings this darned old cowboy always has tears in his eyes…|
|But my beautiful lady, when you packed your suitcase that last time; with your mind finally made up to leave, you must have made a mistake and packed up my joy and took it away. Now life is just going through the rotes; my radio must be busted because now all it plays are sad country songs. Everywhere I look, just memories, "she once sat there"…"remember her smile?"...even the fragrance of the flowers remind me of your smell…|
~ © 2003-2010 David L. Griffith ~
For My Special Lady
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