'cept

There's this song
that paints a picture with it's notes,

and has a sort of mourning within it's haunting tune.
I've felt that way.

After all the words flew 'round, and circled us.
Like some cacaphonical, terroristical hurricane,

and then, the silence...
'cept for the echoes, in the corridors of my librarianistic mind.

you weren't really gone
'cept for in the flesh.

Just not around
'cept for in my head.

I never thought I'd say this
but, that aching, lonely, dieing feeling

is what I cling to.
Because I never want to feel that way, again.

Now, I can always remember
how very, very, all alone I felt.

Because I can hear, and feel that ache, within that song.
Those feelings don't go away..........they just keep knockin' you, sideways.