Is there a sun
We can hide from?
Are there even trees
In which we can hide?

How can I tell
I'm really alive
If things don't exist
Until I notice them?

But then...
Could there be a you
And what am I
When you aren't nearby?

I want you to exist always
Exist in my eyes,
In my ears,
In my hands

On my tongue
Where you once existed
But now...
You have no taste

Is there an ocean
If I can't hear it?
Is there a shore
If your feet aren't sinking in?

Do I even have a heart
That beats
If you aren't
Anywhere near me?