How can I explain a love that's lost
when it's so present,
yet gone,
when you're here, breathing,
speaking, it's you,
just buying food, visiting your cousins
and sticking up for me.
So happy to see you,
yet the dull pain swims
in my heart and hands,
the dark soup that spills through my veins
tinting everything
and yet
the moment you leave it's the darkest day.