if you are not there

If you are not there,
how can I stare
at the moon’s crescent?
If you are not present,
how can the sun shine down?
How will I lose this frown?
What words to say?
If you are away.

If you are away,
how can I stay
alive and well?
How can I tell,
if you were ever true?
Or was a different you,
slowly scheming,
whilst I was dreaming?

Whilst I was dreaming,
you were seeming
to be faithful to me,
but I just did not see.
The truth always shows,
after deceit flows,
for it is hard to sustain,
when lies are all that remain.

When lies are all that remain,
there can be no more sane.
No loving and sex,
and whatever was next.
For with no truth, there’s no love.
Just a gentle shove
towards the ground.
No light and no sound

No light and no sound.
No kissing around.
No naked trysts.
No tying the wrists.
No drinking your core.
No anything more.
But what do I care,
if you are not there?

If you are not there…