The Empty Door Frame

Laying on the floor
And remembering him standing by the door.
I remember how he feels.
The warmth of his skin that makes me shiver even more.

I can't let this begin.
I remember all to well what I need to forget.
How I laid on the floor
And remembered him standing by the empty door.

I couldn't take it any more.
I laid on the floor alone.
I started to wonder
If it was better for me to be on my own.

I remembered wasted times.
When I cried and he didn't hide from me.
I wish he could see what he's done.
He beckons and I come.

Shivering in the night air.
I cried because I used to care.
I wondered if I was better on my own.
He stood in the door frame and left me alone.