Simply Lyric
When I think of her sparkling face
And of her body that rocked this
way and that,
When I think of her laughter,
Her jubilance that filled me,
It's a wonder I'm not gone mad.
She is away and I can't do what I
want.
Other faces pale when I get close.
She is away and I can't breathe
her in.
The space her leaving has created
I have attempted to fill
With bodies that numbed upon
touching,
Among them I expected her
opposite,
And found only forgeries.
Her wholeness I know to be a
fiction of my making,
Still I can't dismiss the longing
for her,
It is a craving for sensation new
flesh
Cannot wholly calm or cancel,
It is perhaps for more than her.
At night above the parks the stars
are swarming.
The streets are thick with
nostalgia;
I move through senseless routine
and insensitive chatter
As if her going did not matter.
She is away and I can't breathe
her in.
I am ill simply through wanting her.
