13.3.09

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.

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