The day is still young
But it has been long.
All but the last breath of mornings fresh air
has left and gone.
The sun is sighing beneath the weight of work
yet still the world carries on.
Life moves forward never pausing for directions
leaving me behind like an old forgotten song.
All i wanted was her, to be mine, and mine hers,
but all i received, the feeling, was wrong.
Even in the end i can still smell the clinging scent of perfume
on her blouse, as she leaves me alone to face the oncoming dawn.