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It is just another day in the life
of a forgotten  love affair.

Hushed murmurs are all I hear
as I drown my tears in a pool of sorrow
and slow dance my way down
this seemingly endless spiral case.

I didn’t care to stop and listen,
to try to figure out your game.
I couldn’t tell you were pretending
while I gave my heart way.

But, it is too late now
for today is just another day.

All that remain are shallow shadows
of a life that used to be,
and the echoes of a weightless kiss
the Northern wind has blown away.

Now, memories of your hand against my skin
carve their way down to my soul,
as I in vain attempt  
to hold on to your smell.

Yet, knowing that it is to late now,
and today is just another day.

I wake up to an empty room
and somehow I start getting used to
feeling hollow, as I go through
the motions of the day…

Just another day.

Another day in the life
of a forgotten love affair.