If I lost you,
oh dear if ever I lost you, like truly never again in my life, the sun has gone and the ocean weeps,
dearest I'd wither if ever... if ever I lost you.
The firmly beating muscle in my chest that somehow keeps these wheels still turning,
it'd forget how to beat, tripping uselessly over its own feet
plunging deep into the depths of dusty sorrow,
its permanent bar stool in the corner of the bar meant to drown memories in the stinging burn of patron.
Dear,
if truth be told you turned your beautifully sculpted back on me and walked a straight line out of my life,
I'd ask for the directions to the plank. Jumping, free falling into the ocean of tears I cried myself to drown myself.
Your presence, simply your presence, is the difference of a sunless sky or the bright burning ball of inspiration showering love over my life.