I can feel this trench of absence
When my love was handed back to me
Thousands of stories about injuries of the undone
Why is it so damn hard to be left with none?
stranded with what lingers of notes and madness
Faint throbs of palmstroke and sheer sadness
Pools and charades of awesome distress
Slowly, watching you with what you do best
Decapitating the beats from my frozen chest
Closer, fader, endless series of unrest
