You filled my room with a presence it had never felt before,
I, had never felt before
Almost as if you two had met before
Almost as if you knew everything about my empty walls,
and why they were so empty
Why my clothes were piled higher than Mt. Everest
Why my pictures lay flat on my stereo,
Why the air was so frigid
As if you always knew,
and I never did
You love that too,
That I don't know.
But now I am left hanging
Like those flowers you bought for me last week
Beautiful without a doubt, and still
So beautiful through my eyes
But now,
They will hang
And hang
And hang
And I will keep them hanging
In my room, near the frigid window of mine
until you come back to my room
Maybe not so empty as before
Maybe my bed made this time
Maybe a bit warm for once
And when you come back,
I'll set them back in that same vase
And they will look just as beautiful as they did before
If not, more gorgeous than I could have ever imagined
And we will both know exactly why