The Old Playlist

It's been a whole year of something.
And yet I feel like I have accomplished nothing.
Lines were crossed, hands were held.
Feeings lost, love was failed.

Yesterday we broke the rules.
Today we were complete fools.
Tomorrow we lose that old flame.
And we bring color to our honest name.

The light of day blots out the dark.
We aborted the journey on which I now embark.
This is not how my life is written.
As I mend the heart they have smitten.

I had the comfort of friend, faith, and wealth.
But today I have the emptiness of poor health.
Drained everyday I miss our old comfort.
As I perform every remaining concert.

I was greeted in the morning by love.
Like there was an actual god up above.
But at night, when I can think this through.
In lieu of sleep, I can't find better things to do.

Today I'm greeted by feeling lonely.
No god, home is now much less homely.
Back then I slept so comfortably, so easily.
Now I'm plagued by indifference heavily.

When it will stop, I will never know.
Hoping that the love I plant will grow.
Just tell me if I'm making progress please.
Doing so will put my wounded mind at ease.

As I listen to that old playlist, I cry.
From its solemn lyrics my wounds dry.
Thinking of the way things were before the year's turn.
I remember those unforgettable things in which we burn.