I don't remember when you left me   I'll admit those days were miles form sober   I was not myself and so I share the blame   But no one told me the 11th hour had come and passed   So you should have kissed me one last time   I wish you had hovered over me   And even if I turned away   You should have held me a little longer that day      For the nights are lonesome enough   What are mornings made but for mourning?   And I dawn I dreamt that life was a breaking wave   We suffer upon the shores before rolling back to the sea   And your shore that breaks all form   Is the same shoreline that shapes each beginning   When I awoke your side of the bed was made   You were long gone as if on the ebb tide of a sea      Never mind the garbage you left behind   Forget the direction that you're traveling   More haunting has been the silence the silence of solitaire   And to you I could become as light as nothing at all      And the garbage dump is nearly full   And your closet's all but empty   Though I have some pictures of you on the wall   Your beauty is dimmed and you smile has lost its bite      Like a requiem for the trash   Remembrances linger casting long shadows   Just like your side of the bed still accosts to your warmth    And the dead can not arise again   And your side of the bed shall forever remain unmade