Waking up next to your absence is my biggest fear.

Maybe not lost but that pushes me to someplace wrong.

I have seen this place before but never wanted to come back.

It’s the abode of my outcast, the home to my isolation.

A path to desolation.

I looked around, you weren’t there.

Where are you? Come soon.

You may say so, but I can never get used to this.

You are the tune to my song.

The wind to my rain.

I don’t know what else to say

But it all adds up to the same.











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