Writing on the Wall

There's nothing left but
Writing on the wall
As I sat waiting
For the other shoe to fall

And now here we are
Wondering in vain
If I ever dare to speak
Your name.

When you left,
The seasons all stood still
You were my friend, my lover
But that was until:

You walked away-
Without saying where you'd go
Now no one knows if
The truth, we'll ever know.

The writing found
Encompassed what you said
You were searching for unanswered
Questions in your head

And no one can read
Just what you meant to me
But if these walls could talk
They'd see it so clearly.

There's nothing left but 

Writing on the wall

As I sat waiting

For the other shoe to fall

And now here we are

Wondering in vain

If I ever dare to speak 

Your name.