The Falling

The song comes on and I look to the outside.  There's snow on the ground just like when I loved you and there was fire on the inside.  The frozen layer that's where your love went.  It's you and I can't imitate, and now the scent takes me to heaven on the white cloud you put me on, just on a painted blue sky.  I wait for the final message that will get me over the edge, but I bet silence again.  Apart, and falling away to the next day.  Separation anxiety and its underway.  Your perfect hair fell through my hands, when I looked you in your eyes, but I just hang my head at the thought and cry.  I'm falling now and through the thoughts so grey.  I'm falling I cannot escape you even though you've gone.  Just falling.