Close

The sun doesn't rise and fall with your arrival and departure

Yet I only see daylight when you're here

And I awaken at the sound of your voice alone

And slumber well from nothing other than you being near

I fear

That the world around me is clouded

That my mind has melted to nothing

It appears

That I live by one imperative

That I exist for one thing

To be here

To be near

To be close...

To you