as i take a midnight drive
(mind still stuck on you),
i notice a sign, off to the side,
near a lake we used to view:
Love Once Lived Here

the lake is as somber as the sky,
and only seems to sparkle
when tears form in my eyes:
i mourn a heart where love once lived;
same as the trees,
dressed in black,
bent over and broken
'cause--
rain is heavy like that--
mourn a lake
that once brought love to this place.

tomorrow,
the sun will glow bright yellow,
the trees will be crayon green,
and my heart will start to mellow,
but
until then,
we mourn

a love that once lived here.