When Midnight Comes Around

Midnight feels so alone
When this ole bed
is cold and vacant

I can't say that I
Don't miss you
That I don't miss
What we had
And our first kiss

When midnight comes around
I'm alone and dreaming of you
Staring at the note you left
on the old wood mirror
And wishing you were here

I thought I'd be able
To live without you
but I didn't count on you
To haunt me so much
To where there's one thing I can do
Is to only miss every part of you

Girl, you forgot these cigars
That we lit up when we drank
And did you forget the times
We spent singin' to Hank

When that old clock strikes twelve
Your laugh fills my ears
So soft and pleasing
Your perfume tickles my nose
the sweet and tangy aroma

When midnight comes around
I'm alone and dreaming of you
Staring at the note you left
on the old wood mirror
And wishing you were here

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Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem. Good flow of words and I like the memories in the poem. I felt the song in the words. Best days of a life. Hearing William Jr. sing, a good cigar and good company. Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[country chick]

what an amazing poem. That feeling of isolation and yearning for someone is not unfamiliar to most.

[Sami Khalil]

Wishing you all the good luck and all the happy writes...Wonderful.......................:).......

[SyberRose]

Nicely penned...Enjoyed this bittersweet piece...sounds like a great song...Rose:)