My dewy eyes gaze up from the bottom of your stairway
And it's already climbing my feet
I had attempted to push it away
But this force has no defeat

The wind whistles to the right
I turn and see the ghost of that tree
Where you would always stand so tall
But now like you it has set itself free

Time didn't stop for you
I ask, "Oh do you still love me where you are?"
I pace and wait foolishly
For an answer from afar

Reality is like a thousands daggers
That beat every inch of my body and soul
I lay in a pool of running blood
As I wait in misery for you to show

But the truth discreetly climbs on me again
This time it slithers into my throbbing heart
It leeches on so harrowingly
I weakly plea for the anguish to stop

You're not coming out of your door
To greet me from the top of the stairs
I beg for my heart to stop longing
I beg my mind for a peaceful affair

Up to the porch, my hands and feet crawl
I lay myself on the cold, chalky floor
I sob hysterically and yell for you to come out
But I know that you can never open the door