Drifting chalk outlines
They follow me
Reminders of where you aren’t

You aren’t lounging on my couch
You aren’t wasting your time with me
You aren’t dreaming your dreams
Against my pillow at night and into the morning

Crime scene tape around my heart
The love police come and ask
“What is missing?”
All I can say is
“He took it all…”

Your eyes aren’t here
I cannot drown in them
Your hands aren’t here
I cannot hold them
Your lips aren’t here
I cannot taste the secrets
That surely lay upon them

Secrets of life
Secrets trust, pain and love
Could you have left those behind
When you made off with your perfect crime
Not even a fingerprint to find you by