Half Past Three

Now, I still can’t believe it’s true.

Half Past Three

A corn flake floats in a bowl of milk
I know it’s not really much to see,
but it occupies my sleepy mind,
sitting here alone half past three.

The rain is falling down in sheets
when I was searching for my key.  
The door opened to emptiness
That’s when it became real to me.

I still have the torn piece of paper
that you gave me a long time ago,
and now this warm rainy night
sure feels like a cold winter snow.

Some days I want to call you up.
Some days I think it’s just a dream.
No words could make it any better.
Sometimes I just want to scream.

I wonder why I was always yelling.
I couldn’t see what I did to you.
I lost my grasp of wrong and right.
Now, I still  can’t believe it’s true.

A corn flake floats in a bowl of milk
I know it’s not really much to see,
but it occupies my sleepy mind,
sitting here alone half past three.