Another Story
david falcone
As the days go by and the times they try
to pass through an open window
but it's cold out there in the morning air
chilled by the hand of winter
So I turned away from another day
let the curtains fall where they may
but a light shines through and it points to you
as you sit there turning the page
of a story you'd written a long time ago
about me in a whole other place
…
A table of oak held the book that you wrote
wrapped in a torn leather case
and the shadows you made
where the pen met the page
concealed in ashes and smoke
So I turned to you and asked what to do
where am I supposed to be
I've lost my way, I've lost my place
there's nothing ahead I can see
so you lifted your heart
and you broke it apart
and gave the pieces to me
…