Under barren skies
I lean on empty words
In my hand I still hold
the smell of your body
the place where you touched me burns
and you're gone
Under dusky skies
I stand slumped1 with pain
I go back again, searching
for you in the dark
to see if you're still crying
but you're not there
At that place, where you stood
air is all that's left
with no oxygen
And I stand there, grasping at thin air
grasping at thin air
and you're gone
Under silent skies
I find myself talking to the wall
promising "him" once more
to change for you
but I know that it won't work
and you're gone
At that place, where you stood...
1. shriveled / bent