Glass and Wood

I use to see stars

Now I see glass and wood

I used to be able to tell the difference between life and death

Now I realize they both seem misunderstood

I use to read the faces of people

If only they knew I could

The pieces you left, here on the ground

The smell of your presence, seems so profound

To understand you, I let my mind go blank

You seize this moment in time

Mixing the room with your words, none are delicate

Wondering if these were your rhymes

And all the time, I just close my eyes

The way I should

I use to see stars

But now I see glass and wood