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.