Monica, 'nother sad one for you!... the title could as well be: Mourn and swallow, but I got confused...... Sometimes I cry alone at night, Don't you notice my wet pillow? Sometimes I just keep looking at you, Don't you notice my eyes mellow? The words I composed for you, A sweet song giving joy and comfort. And a letter I wrote for you, Lost somewhere in your closet. The song you had rejected, my world you had deserted. The letter you had torn, with a contemptful scorn. To live alone, for me required impeccable audacity. At times my mind wandered, into our togetherness and serenity. Remembering the times we had shared, I feel my heart going empty, light and weightless, wandering into dark space. At times I want to run, Up high, into the bright sun. I still cry alone at night, You are'nt here to see my wet pillow. I still keep looking in space, My tears, I mourn and swallow.
