Ice melts in a glass with two fingers of scotch
While water rings stain the wood tabletop
I stare past the TV; push the mute button down
Talking heads with moving mouths that don’t make a sound
You’re the star of the movie playing in my head
Scotch-fed memories of the days before you left
Skinny-dipping at the lake moonlight glistening off your skin
Lauging and teasing, trying to coax me to come in
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The days before you left were the days I was alive
Consumed by the love inspiring fire in your eyes
Now gray has settled over my day like morning dew
And the days before you left are all I have left of you
If only I’d known how little time we were due
I think I’d have spent every minute with you
But time has a way of slipping into the past
Like the ice that keeps melting away in my glass
It’s funny how much time we can waste in a day
Never thinking how fast it can all slip away
And just like the river that flows to the sea
The days before you left are swallowed up in memory
Copyright 2007 Donald Paul Harris