Silence and bright lights, my eyes opened wide
Words unspoken, distant melodies to my ears
Legs, unbeaten by fatigue, only driven by the lure of sweet memories, walk
And hands, what weary hands, wrote
Will she still be there, by the river waiting?
Why can't you hear that?
Why can't you just walk away?
Why do memories haunt like blurry moving pictures?
I sat alone in a dark corner
I sat alone, holding on, to things gone
If I shut my eyes, I'll see none
None of that color crimson, and none that I fear
There were stars and laughter
There was the air, and her voice so clear.

I made it for breakfast 4 in the morning too.