In their nightly course;
Where they rise and set,
Deserts they traverse.
I know the midnight
Creaking of the stair;
Laughter down corridors
When no one's there.
I know the sounds
Of distant storms;
The empty air
When someone's gone.
I know the desolation
Of late afternoons;
The pain of hours
Thinking of you.
A familiar hurt
Is still an ache;
The shame of recalling
Past mistakes.
Times when I could have,
Should have,
But didn’t
Times when I talked
And should have listened.
And now the same thought
Keeps pounding
In my brain…
I’d like a chance
To try again,
I think about it
Late at night,
How to do it again,
And this time
Make it right.