If my absence made you want me more,
I swear, i’ll disappear for years,
Leave you nothing but a memory
And the scent that keeps me alive;
Street signs and white lines: my only company.
Fading hands of grandfather clocks seemingly wave,
As round after round drags me further under.
No one ever told me how comfortable the floor feels
When you’re thrown out to the curb.
Yet, it was only you,
Slipping through my fingertips as I lay there,
Unconciously aware of the moon staring back through closed windows.
I swear, If my absence made you want me more,
I’ll disappear completely.