Your smell is fading from your jacket
My ears lose the sound of your voice
My lips, alone, quiver for your touch
My hands turn blue in the biting cold

A few steps out of my life, you are
And already I'm walking backwards
In fantasy I crawl back into my hole
And the show tonight I see, none but fiction

My hand is less than existant, to him
Still, in my mind's eye, he holds it
He is a comfort, our pain is one, same
I smile as I say it, but my broken heart bleeds

A vase, knocked by a careless hand
I wish  my heart was fixed as easily
Shaking hands, superglue, whole again
So many scars, though so much less pain

As tightly as to a lifeline, I cling
To hopes and dreams false, now lost
Nothing is unfair as life
Except, maybe, an unanswered question

Concentration is all but gone in me
Any resemblance, any thought
At sight or sound another bruise blooms
Nothing holds as much poison as your name