It's as if I am the dread
Of the curtains being lifted
It's as if I am speaking to the deaf
And awaiting an answer from the mute
It's as if I am being asked to
Shed tears for a pain I did not endure
A departure I did not see
Tell me does it make a difference
Whether I speak or remain silent?
Tell me
Do you ever miss me?
And if you do? Does it trouble you
Does the moon remind you that I too
Live under the same sky?
Does the dark make you think
That I dream of the light?