You're a constellation,
One my mind is wired to remember.
The symptoms of my heart
will forever keep you here,
and yet my arms continue to ponder.
Mercurial gazes,
soft-laden touches,
and the warmth of you.
There are three truths I cannot lie:
One of them is that these empty hands are cold.
The second, your fleeting presence
sleeps besides me as crinkled sheets.
Finally, it can only be said
that I am so, so lonely without you.
When you leave this time,
don't forget to bring my thoughts.
For at this moment,
I cannot bear the thought of you.
