He looked at her with a loving smile
took a drag on his cigarette
then inhaled deeply
Upstairs the voices at night are not the very best.
Theyíre always causing me all of this civil unrest.
He picked up his coffee cup
and took a short sip.
Honey we were without a doubt made for each other.
It was the outside world that pulled back our covers.
For in the good and bad times we remained as lovers.
Writing nightly is a new world for me yet to discover.
And I've tasted love more than most people here.
Who are just wandering in and out of nowhere.
Darling you had this servantís heart beating inside of you.
And I pray as often as you showed me to stay humble too.
Iím so happy knowing youíre not inside that ceramic urn.
We will drink at heavens table when it becomes my turn.
While pouring another cup and taking a sip.
I will leave the rest of you with this only tip.
If youíve been poisoned by love?
There is no known antidote for it.
But to write another prescription.
Loneliness only needs an audience of just one.
Your eyes were a rare look of the midnight sun.