Composed 5/4/13
Description: Seems like everyone’s got someone these days. It doesn’t bother me always, but sometimes…
We sit in the courtyard
On a warm evening in May
We sit and we listen
To a sweet serenade
They are graced by a glow
As they murmur and embrace
But the darkness hides me
They cannot see my face
They disappear
While I’m left behind
But I feel the same
The only difference is time
Scraps of Paper 