It’s almost been a year, I wait for you to come home.
I kept the fire burning since you hung up the phone.
Will you come back ? Are you coming in ?
I must confess, words don’t come easy.
The shades in the corners, a trap for memories.
No matter how many million miles I’m away from you.
There’s always a sign on earth that makes me think of you.
If I could walk 24 hours a day filling my shoes with pain and blood,
To get a smile from you.
No motion, no sound, rocked by the crakling fire.
My hero’s gone without waving me Goodbye though.
He won’t come back, he’s not coming in.
All is Inside out, to soon to set sail.
Sharing a last drink would have been all I needed.