The Days Of Your Absence

Are you there?

Funny how your presence resembles the air that I breathe,

the agony in every little thing I live with.

With the ability of visualizing none,

I sense you all around me.

Are you there?

Funny how I seem to be so pathetic,

the agony in every hope I still pray for.

And curled up alone,

with the river of tears.

These are the days of your absence,

but I know you're there.