The Tune It Sings

The wind whistles in the trees
And plays a tune on my hollow heart
A song I've been expecting
Since the very start

I hear the notes sway and glide
Like the leaves above my head
And I think about all the things
That have been done and said

My stomach churns with memories
My eyes begin to mist
For I cannot find the memory
Of that forever taunting kiss

I laugh at all the good times
I get enraged about the bad
I sigh about the romantic times
And finally cry about the sad

If only you could be here
In this imaginary spot
Maybe you could stop the music
That plays on my hollow heart