walking with my holding hand empty
my grey canvas shoes
and train wreck attitude
the first autumn without you
and you just won't go away
it's not the mornings i miss
the sleepy sunday wells
or the slow hugs and warm kiss
it's these nights without
you to hold me from myself
i could go,
now that you have taken all that you took
i was going
when i noticed you left the phone off the hook
