After midnight,
I count the stars and I,
I wait for the dawn,
And I sit by the fire as the embers rise,
and inside is, well I am not sure,
is it a feeling,
is it uncertainty,
is it intuitiveness,
I do not know but I feel empty,
for these nights are lonelier,
lonelier than before,
and these nights they do not feel right,
without you in my life anymore,
and I wish you were here,
for what is life without you,
well, I wish I knew,
because I am missing you,
more than you ever could possibly imagine,
and I am missing you,
and it is harder than I could ever have thought,
and I wish I could hear your voice,
and the soft words from your lips,
words that fall upon my ears like silk,
and your smile it beams at me,
and the sound of your voice is so beautiful,
and it reminds me of nature and of the flowers of summer,
and the crashing of the sea upon the shore,
and after midnight,
sometimes solitude is not always what you want,
when your memories of your ex-love,
are the only things that you have,
and when your ex love, has walked out the door.