mourning in the confines of your room by yourself.
reminded by the bulk of every memoir by yourself.
clearing out your strange spaces all by yourself.
remembering the way it always was by yourself.
if I could pull my thoughts together
I could then shake the thought you might be still breathing
others I haven't seen in months or years
are here under a dimming light of circumstance
do you feel it's true that you're always the doomed
with this migraine, my gain will fade
you're against the graint in the pain of a world
you don't speak a sound or walk around in anymore
full of silent expectations noone could have known
so how could I?
trying to find something
looking for a whole lot of nothing
and then you found me.