Chandler’s Song.

A glance out the window
The one I always do
But leaves change in the fall

Green, all that you used to be
Falling from trees I can see, You floating somewhere there
Without me

Birds, they fly far away
Why couldn’t they stay?
Answers may speak with the cold
Yet I, here, alone, on this grey day

Feel, feeling the scratch of your skin
Kissing the scars left within, this home of dry memories
Breaking and falling with leaves

Every last midnight and season
Has to give me one reason
For the frost I still greet on my lawn every morning


Coffee, and sweaters,
Dusty books and tables,
I wept on my floor, on my knees

And I see, you floating somewhere there without me…