Resurrection Jukebox 2015 Day 15

Tonight I have nothing to say. No reflections, no stories, no biography. I'm here, typing quietly and alone in my mind. I feel empty. Not a physical or spiritual emptiness, nothing so serious as that. Instead I have nothing in my mind, no thoughts bubbling, no ear worm haunting me, no list of things to do. Soon I will feed the cats; soon, my son will call for a ride home; and soon I will go to bed. The day is nearly over and my mind is in sleep mode. Rare, that. I feel like I need to write something more for this blog, but I feel good about what I have here. Perhaps this is enough. Goodnight, now. And thanks for being with me tonight, quietly, in my heart. Whiskers



And with both of them:



I was all right for awhile
I could smile for awhile
But I saw you last night
You held my hand so tight
As you stopped to say, "Hello"

Oh, you wished me well
You, you couldn't tell
That I'd been crying over you
Crying over you

When you said, "So long"
Left me standing all alone
Alone and crying, crying
Crying, crying

It's hard to understand
But the touch of your hand
Can start me crying

I thought that I was over you
But it's true, so true
I love you even more
Than I did before

But, darling, what can I do?
For you don't love me
And I'll always be crying over you
Crying over you

Yes, now you're gone
And from this moment on
I'll be crying, crying
Crying, crying
Yeah, crying, crying
Over you