Wandering this empty basement
The walls still echoing with laughter
And images of you
Swirling through the air
Like oil paint running off the canvas
Dripping into reality
Filling this vacant room
With memories of the past Wednesday nights
Spent smiling
And talking
And looking at your eyes
Now lost in the past
Time distorts
And finding
Those so precious moments
With you
Our knees touching
In these old plastic seats
Our fingers intertwining
During prayers
And this room
Reduced to a shell
Without those people to fill it
Lively once more
With the traces of all
Those wonderful nights