And if you didn't exist?
What would I do?
Would I stop and lie down,
curl up in a ball and let it sink it?
Or flee to the edge of the world, keep running and running?
Perhaps I would scream, shriek and explode
into shards of white glass stuck to the floor.
Or maybe I'd freeze, just halt like a statue,
plead and just wait for you to come back.
Neither would do, I know, I'll be patient
I'll wait for the day you cease to exist
and dance
and twirl like a snowflake
and melt, quietly, away.

you're an enigma
the tone of your voice
the scream of your soul
echoed by the scream of mine.

your picture strikes a chord
the memory of your touch feels like blue
smells like cookie dough, like love
like what I'm missing now, broken.

the night is dark, the day no lighter
you're an enigma
even more so when you're gone.