#1
less freeform than what i usually write, because it was done with a song in mind. c4c.

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She's still breathing on her own
Broken spirit, broken phone
Driving alone in the cool, still rain
She leaves a seat empty on the day's last train

Over and over,
Calm and sincere,
The wind hums a tired old melody
Listen and hear
Over and over,
Blinded and fair
The ghost of our yesterdays hangs
Like a chill in the air

He's still sitting in his room
Cigarette smoke, dust and gloom
Bottle in hand he'll put out the flame,
Bury her face and forget her name

Over and over,
Calm and sincere,
The wind hums a tired old melody
Listen and hear
Over and over,
Blinded and fair
The ghost of our yesterdays hangs
Like a chill in the air

Drizzle turns to downpour
And the streetlights burn like stars
Soaking wet and weary,
She walks slowly from her car
Cries his name and pounds her fists
Like hammers on his door
There's no answer,
There's nobody home.