In the sweet eventide
The living room is empty
Popcorn and my mind
Not holding hands
So I can only make it
Sit for half an hour
Tired being without your presence
The movie goes unfinished
Like the life we had together
And as the haunted whispers
Vault above my bed
The Erie dissertation
Moaning chills to clog my head
Oh, heart that clearly, sweetly mutters
Till I follow it from dread
And hangs me on a noose till dead
When morning comes
Reminding me I’m still alive
Great enchantments help prepare the way
Till every task and duty is fulfilled
Except the one to you
My heart reminds me with a witch’s scorn
With punishment both long and so severe
Lurking ‘neath the surface
Like your name
Which on my tongue does fly
To heaven’s angels carry
Distant days bring your reply
And fear procrastinating diligence
Would indeed you from me rob
When all this aching does
Is leave me heartless with you gone