Empty Boxes

I have seen it in your eyes too many times
In a moment it's gone.
But you and I both know
That your smile cries.

Why does this seem so wrong.
When it seems between us, there is so much right.
I cannot let the present go.
Even if the past is still in sight.

I cling to the doors and the floors and the walls
But yet it seems its still it's raining down on me
I think I must know if there really was a cause
The ugliness in you.
That I simply cannot see.

Your touch, it stalls.
With it my soul and my life and my heart all take flight.
It seems to be joy, but inside myself you and I know.

That even when the day and the night collide
That even when time itself has died.
I will, like the fool I am.
Still believe.
And be standing.
Small and silent.
By your side.