Drifting Back to You

Twilight's falling on my skin, and you come rushing back again. Every memory in

the dark, still glowing like a spark. I close my eyes,

and you return. A quiet lesson. A quiet fire that still burns. In the midnight

air, I hear you calling me. A melody I lost still echoing.

Even though you are gone, I feel you pulling through. And every little

beat still drift back to you. Sometimes I hear your voice at night.

Soft as the fading city lights. I chase the shadows in my mind,

hoping I will find. Hoping I will find.