I find I have an empty place -
You made along your wrist.
Or did it split my heart's space -
As pills danced across your lips?
I find this silent flow of tears -
Come unexpectedly.
Yet I've felt you and all your fears,
At other times we bleed.
I find I miss you more, my dear;
Though I'm but now aware,
For I'm tonight without you here,
You're cold, alone... unfair. |