3 Chords And No Chorus

When I think of you alone in your bedroom,
chilly evening light, white walls, quiet air,
picking out sad sweet songs on a black guitar -

I don't wish any more that I was there with you -
all our stories together have come to their ends.
But I wish for the bedroom not to be empty -

for your face to be alive with a smile -
singing to be heard, playing to be seen,
someone's eyes full of the sight of you.

I never left her behind

I never left her behind
her heavy beauty and the calm
of her clearwater eyes
the certainty of her voice
as she spoke to me about losing

already lost in the height
and the dizzy softness of this life
she played guitar and sang brightly
and never agreed not to love me