I wasn't there, when you grabbed my hand and asked me to listen
I wasn't in the room with you
You saw a woman whose eyes spoke of unending
Then I began our ending, I wasn't there to watch you go
It started when I traveled to Italy, touching stones, forums, dust
Cool running water against my lips
The pictures I took look better without me
I remember saying, so shall you be
But I wasn't there, and you didn't try to catch the longing slipping through the bones in my hand as I faded again,
You couldn't really see me, could you