The Skyline and Her Eyes - August 1, 2011

through the city and the days so cold,
i swear im the same man that i was before,
and its funny how nothing ever changes,
except for the seasons and the unfamilar faces,
ill look on through another dirty window,
watching on the other side helpless as its goes,
like a mother with a son and he was dying on the floor,
and she was holding on until she couldnt hold no more,

she tried to leave quiet as the wind blows,
but out the door she tripped and stubbed her toe,
and i awoke wishing i never did,
she left the ring but how could she could remember it,
now the crows are crying and the birds are laughing,
these streets are crying "oh how could this happen"
the world is falling down around my raincoat,
the weatherman called for storms not for a scapegoat,

hundreds of frames passing by each second,
thousands of particles deciphered in a message,
passing in front of her blue eyes today,
shes fail to notice it in any   way,
just forget the past and try to move on,
before everything you thought you loved is gone,
the suns rising over city skylines,
over her eyes but shes not near mine,

now ill be drinking until shes through,
until the sky turns a brighter shade of blue,
when i look into the mirror i see,
an empty spot to the left where she used to be,
i spend my hours just wasting away,
waiting for the sun to bring a better day,
i know she gone but i need her nearer,
to fill that empty spot in my mirror, 

-Henry B