Gone For Good

The night wears on Not a wink of sleep Smothered by thoughts I can hardly breathe It’s a still night Calm as the new moon But my mind is awake Raking up the past Smudging the present With scars that wouldn’t wash off Although the tide is high And the waves crash upon The little store of memories I crave a word from you A little note or a call For the house is asleep And the stars blink high up It’s your voice That can put my heart at ease Like it used to do When the days were long And the nights were filled With whispers and heart-beats But I know in my heart My longings are in vain Your voice is gone Gone for good.