You left me for good, for sure
You are not here anymore
And I love you
But I am starting to scatter
to flutter
there is magic that you diseminate
but you are starting to wane

The inertia goes
and there is a standby in my bones
a peace I didn't know
This is nothing but a wasteland, but...
I wish I could truly love...

My mental liaisons seem so real
I could feel him in my bed for a little bit
The  old cold is seeping through again...
but it was the prelude to really sail...
I am thirsty for what I can't touch
I live for the ashes, if I can't have the fire

Are you coming back? Are we?
He won't be here
And neither will I be