I can't recall that last day of sun Curtains closed and sitting with the lights out An uncertain emptiness surrounds me I'm numb and my judgements have switched to autopilot Nothing left but echos and thoughts of moving on Don't stay but don't stay here. Tell me all your secrets I promise I'll be listing and if you ever come back home I'll be waiting, patiently Tell me nothing sacred, I promise I wont hear a work and if you ever come back home. I wont act so patiently Black feathers and an unannounced call... These things go hand in hand, like talking to you and the intake of glass I hope this knife in my hand speaks for itself... She's not coming back