You...
YOU
I awaken to find your imprint on the right of me,
Although your scent has left my sheets.
I wash up and look at a broken mirror, of a broken soul-
Until I feel your warm embrace and breath on the back of my neck.
I see my reflection kiss yours, but turn to find your presence absent.
Two cups of coffee were made, although one was drank.
I console the other, and could almost see you blow the steam from the cup.
So I shut the door to stop the wind,
Perhaps you weren't hungry, for only my portion of food was consumed.
I glance from my drink to find your eyes glowing, like the rays of dawn,
As you smile at me. And I dread, knowing that if I blink you'll leave me--again.
But this reflex could not be stopped, as your departure couldn't be postponed.
A ring from the phone. I answer it and we chat for hours. You and I, me and you,
If only it were true.’ stead of the dial tone...and a loving couple...minus one.
I walk to the park to find you feeding a dove, so I join aware that you're needing a love.
We play awhile as I push you on the swings, and relay awhile on the joy you bring.
Until darkness overcomes the bright,
And the envelope of reality overwhelms me with fright,
And strikes as the lance of some dark knight,
To send me withering deep into the blight.
That's my life without your might.
I race the stars hoping you'll be home, and smile as you wipe my tears,
And lead me onto the couch. Your kisses are cold and empty, false...
I search for what you are concealing, and you disappear-again...
It is long before you return and we split a cuttle of moonshine.
Then your kisses are warm once more.
I stare into your beautiful, hypnotic eyes, and know you are hiding the truth.
As we embrace again, you kiss me long and last, to once again disappear.
The cuttle of moonshine was half-empty. And I realize, you weren’t hiding anything.
But it was thee, that hid the truth from I.
You never were you, were you? ...And then you never came again...
I awaken to find your imprint on the right of me,
Although your scent has left my sheets.
I wash up and look at a broken mirror, of a broken soul-
Until I feel your warm embrace and breath on the back of my neck.
I see my reflection kiss yours, but turn to find your presence absent.
Two cups of coffee were made, although one was drank.
I console the other, and could almost see you blow the steam from the cup.
So I shut the door to stop the wind,
Perhaps you weren't hungry, for only my portion of food was consumed.
I glance from my drink to find your eyes glowing, like the rays of dawn,
As you smile at me. And I dread, knowing that if I blink you'll leave me--again.
But this reflex could not be stopped, as your departure couldn't be postponed.
A ring from the phone. I answer it and we chat for hours. You and I, me and you,
If only it were true.’ stead of the dial tone...and a loving couple...minus one.
I walk to the park to find you feeding a dove, so I join aware that you're needing a love.
We play awhile as I push you on the swings, and relay awhile on the joy you bring.
Until darkness overcomes the bright,
And the envelope of reality overwhelms me with fright,
And strikes as the lance of some dark knight,
To send me withering deep into the blight.
That's my life without your might.
I race the stars hoping you'll be home, and smile as you wipe my tears,
And lead me onto the couch. Your kisses are cold and empty, false...
I search for what you are concealing, and you disappear-again...
It is long before you return and we split a cuttle of moonshine.
Then your kisses are warm once more.
I stare into your beautiful, hypnotic eyes, and know you are hiding the truth.
As we embrace again, you kiss me long and last, to once again disappear.
The cuttle of moonshine was half-empty. And I realize, you weren’t hiding anything.
But it was thee, that hid the truth from I.
You never were you, were you? ...And then you never came again...
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