What do you do when you’ve lost something you never really had, is it reason enough to feel insanely sad?
Is there any gain when you get something you don’t need, like this feeling of being unshackled, cut loose and freed?
Do I really have this picture in my head, of all the beautiful things that we once did and said?
Could the sound of this tear, be nothing more than just my spirit being wrenched clear?
Is this cry in my heart, my own or just the sound of the world falling apart?
The laughter in my soul, is it a smirk, a chuckle, or a damn ghoul?
That swagger that I have in my eye, has it got anything to do with your last goodbye?
My listless charms that do not grace, are they just playing silly, because they lost your embrace?
Oh clever tongue that so did rhyme, is listless because, you no more are mine?
My sense of smell, does it linger on your bosom as well?
To see, to feel, to hear, to flavor my senses, to speak, do I really need them, if my resolve is so weak?
I know I can overcome this pall, will you let me know, if I just crumple and fall?