What is left
After all the promises were kept
What is left
After all the promises were not
The stark light of day responds
Not caring
Your lonely night with what was
Sits in the air like not enough oxygen
When the pieces fall apart
We try to gather them up
But the puzzle does not fit the same
A single deep breath
A lingering tear
We begin to make new pieces for the puzzle
And look for another promise
The Journey of a thousand miles 