Like the glow on an angel’s wing,
Like the inscription within a ring,
You dulled with every use.
And as I pretend to feel,
Nothing anymore is real,
Without you.

Like the ink from a broken pen,
Like a monster from the fens,
You bled through me.
Creating something as intricately divine-
A system, a feeling, a solid line;
You held all meaning.

And yet I regret something I should have tried,
I failed to tell you so many times.
You never heard me.

Like a drum without its cover,
Like a shelter, like a lover,
You let me down.
Like an ocean without its waves,
Like the sun without warm rays,
Impossibly, up is down.

A martyr, a mercenary, a simple sailor,
I’m as bland as food with no flavor,
Without you.
A day, a season, a force of reason,
Nothing I try or deny makes me free this
Feeling. That I’m without you.

And nothing is the same.