What It Is To Burn

We can always talk another day
I’ll always forget what I wanted to say
Work means nothing without seeing my share of the pay

The days stretch on, leaving me time to think
Letting my memories slip away with each and every blink

You’ll come back home soon
And together we can walk in the light allowed by the moon
But until then the empty space left by you will never fill
And the products of my brain will never properly spill

With blind eyes I continue to work on your silent wish
To accomplish that which grants me momentary bliss
But even with my eyes sealed shut it’s never enough
With every success there is just another bluff

I now understand what it’s like to be left alone,
But you still manage to save me from turning into stone
Your condolence is always at my finger tips,
But it remains a phantom till I can see it come from your lips

There is always so much I want to say,
But they always slip away
So for now I’ll work until I can see you again some day.