Chasing the Afterthought

You know how it is, sitting there in the darkness.
Burnt out by, whats now, a very old flame.
Staring at the charcoaled embers, and watching them fade.

And you grow accustomed, accustomed to the twighlight,
That in which you sit,
Get used to the loneliness, sadness in which you live.

And then there are the people, you know, those people,
Who hold the keys for the room that you're in.
Those who can just unlock the doors and waltz right on in.
Just throwing shafts of light around your room
and gently touching on your pain,
Chasing away the darkness and demons,
showing up your face in the shadows of the gloom once again.
And your'e glad that they are there,
showing that the room really has a substance once more.

I want to hold you in, such beauty deserves my love again.

But no sooner are you there, we hug, and
then you say goodbye,
It takes me such a long time to realise
that angels need to fly.

And as you rise and leave the room,
and the door gets shut behind you
I realise again just how dark and lonely it is
as the shadows enclose around me?.