here

Is that what I really wanted

is this all I've really got

sometimes I still feel haunted

by everything I am not.

Sometimes it feels like that

part of me has died

that part of me wanting to

believe you when you lied.

I don't know what the answer is,

I don't know how this ends

All I know, is what I don't,

where ends, the new begins.

Now everything is different,

but somehow still the same

now even here without you

some feeling of you stays.

It lingers on too long now,

the ache of a missing limb,

the growing pain,

not of what is,

but from where it did begin.