Kiss A Face That Isn’t There

I try to dance In silent darkness And finish lonely plans, I try to kiss a face That isn’t there, I try to remember her hair. Some things when they’re lost Can be found or resumed, But others vanish in the mist Of human fragility and helplessness. I don’t think I’ll be in love again, Those flowers wilted in their vase, Those delicate and tender emotions Disappeared without a trace. And I accept my history And unhappy fate, I’ll write everything down For a better man to learn And contemplate, And by God’s grace, Never repeat my mistakes.