Knife In the Drawer

Night has descended on this corner of Eden

I'm sending this message to see if you're working

The temperature drops down at the base of the valley

No lights from the houses

I was told you'd escape to the place past the marker

With a few rolls of film, which I hope you've been using

In the drawer, I found the knife that you left

Now unused as a mark of respect

I picture you needing it still

Are you in need of it still?

I re-live the last night when you danced at the party

Your T-shirt was stained and your hair was unruly

You called out the names of all the people arriving

Laughing at first, before soon disappearing

And the look that you gave to the friends who remained

Was as cold as the stone though they were never to blame

And your face now comes to me clear

So much underneath the veneer

I have questions from numerous names

You still run the game

I'm fine if you're asking, well, I'm grayer, but settled

With a new set of friends now and some patterns are forming

I never said thank you for all the things that you offered

I'll leave it there and you can take it or leave it

Up on the hills, the fir trees are lit by the moon

Oh, darling, it started with a hunger

In the drawer, I found the knife that you left

Now unused as a mark of respect

I picture you needing it still

Are you in need of it still?