The Last Light

High above the gloom,

I see a golden window,

And I know it's the last light

Left on for me.

What's she doing now?

Waiting up, I guess.

This new love, is it true love?

Is it safe yet to confess?

What's she thinking now?

Of hearts strewn out like litter?

Of promises left bitter?

Of warnings from her friends?

Cracked walks and crooked stairs,

Lead me to her hair,

So it can fall on me like darkness,

And help me forget today.

Because it’s late and I’m coming home,

With my jokes nobody laughed at,

With my smile nobody gave back,

Useless pennies in my pockets.

She’ll ask where I’ve been and scold me,

Then cross the room to hold me.

I’ll let her warmth enfold me,

And then we'll go to bed.

I dare not ask why she feels this way,

I'm just lucky to have her today.

Nobody knows about tomorrow,

So I ask the stars,

Can I borrow her one more day?

High above the gloom,

I see a golden window,

And I know it's the last light

Left on for me.