Crisp firelight,
Shadows dancing on my wall,
At almost midnight I,
Fear nothing at all.
But after midnight comes a time,
When one must tell the truth.
And the only way to do that,
Is to forget the lies.
So I'll tell you how I feel,
If only in my poems,
I'll tell you I miss you,
Like I missed your calls,
And I miss the way we would dance,
Like the shadows on the walls.
Darling if we're being honest here,
I'll tell you everything in the firelight,
But you're not here to hear,
I'll the things I say past midnight.