Friday Night, Restless Days

I saw you again last week.
It was so easy, I invited you,
And you came, and you smiled,
Your eyes shone, and it was
Easy and free and just the same
As it used to be, and our eyes
Held steadily jut before you left.

Oh, but was it a mistake? Cause
Ever since, my heart's been breaking
At an increasingly painful speed.

No, it was no mistake. If I can't hold you,
Then I need to hold to your absent gaze,
And onto the pain which disturbs
My nights and gives life to my days.