Here She Was

I woke up on the floor again this morning, Remembered what it was had laid me low. That hardwood wasn’t meant to be a mattress, But ever since she left I’ve made it so. I curse the brutal honesty of sunrise That filters through the curtains of my room Illuminating bobby pin reminders And pillowcases wearing her perfume. This door is one I’ll never want to open. I just might let my hammer nail it shut; She left the closet full of empty hangers, That do a nasty number on my gut. Here she was; where’s she gone? Restless spirit movin’ on. Ramblin’ Rose from dusk till dawn. Here she was; where’s she gone?