In the quiet of the night, I hear your smoky voice,
Calling out my name, but I’ve lost the choice.
The Southern wind whispers secrets in my ear,
But every memory felt, now fades into fear.
Broken glass on the floor, reflects what we’ve been,
Fragments of a love that can’t be seen.
Your midnight song plays softly on repeat,
But I’m dancing with shadows, too lost to feel the beat.
Rusty heart is aching, it’s been so long,
The Delta rain is falling, washing away the wrong.
Every tear that’s fallen can’t bring you back to me,
I’m searching through the storm for what we used to be.
In the corners of my mind, your laughter still comes clear,
Still echoes in the night, but it only brings a tear.
A lost memory moves like a ghost through the haze,
While the stars overhead fade into the gray.
I wandered through the twilight, tracing footsteps in the dark,
Hoping to find a shimmer, a fading spark.
But every step I take, is like walking on a thread,
Holding on to dreams of the words left unsaid.
So I’ll sit by the river, as the midnight strings unwind,
And let the Southern clouds carry my restless mind.
Though the past may haunt me, I’ll sing through the pain,
With the smoky memories of love lost in the rain.
As the dawn breaks slowly, I’ll find my way back home,
In the blues of the morning, I won’t feel so alone.
With a heart that’s still rusty, I’ll mend what I can,
And let the echoes guide me, like a soft Southern hand.
Blues
Smoky voice, Southern wind, Broken glass, Midnight song, Rusty heart, Delta rain, Lost memory