Nobody's Home

There's a sign out the window; flashing no vacancy,
And I can hear the rain tearing apart at my dignity,
But the thunder crashes as I sit and stare to the sky,
Kicking myself for not stopping to say goodbye.

The moonlight dances across the wall in vain,
And I curse to myself; there's no one else to blame,
But the city lights are now too far away to see,
Yet; they seem to inch closer and closer to me.

I've got the mixed tape you made me on full blast,
And each line you sing takes me back to the past,
With your guitar strumming along to every word -
But with the whiskey; the lyrical lies seem blurred.

So I grab a blank piece of paper and an old pen,
And I listen to every song over and over again,
I analyze them from start to finish; only to find,
That after all; I might miss what I left behind.

I curse underneath my breath; with eyes bloodshot,
And my words are stuck behind a petty throat knot,
So I hope tonight when nobody's home; you cry,
Knowing what you lost when you said goodbye.

-Jenna Elphick
June 17, 2007