Written by: Victor P.
“The Man Without”
This house is standing
But my home is gone.
Oh, my feet are warm
But the floors are cold.
I’m standing still here
But my heart is sinking,
This emptiness suffocates,
This loneliness consumes.
Is it your whispering I hear
Or just a memory of you
Replaying in my mind,
Playing tricks on me again?
How long have you been gone?
I’ve lost track of new days.
I’m withering without you here
By my side, in my arms, love.
The smiles have fled, I am spent
Waiting, worrying, praying, hoping.
My happiness now only in memory.
Are you too dear for me to bear losing?
Poets have written better lines,
Lovers have shed greater tears,
Singers have sung sweeter songs.
Can aught of mine compare to theirs?
To whom or to what did I lose you?
How did this all happen and come about?
Am I at a loss to remember
Or just very quick to forget?
Am I forsaken here without reason
Or rightly left, punished for my wrongs?
None of this makes sense to me.
Is this just bad luck or my destiny?
Every time I hear your voice
I look around but see nothing.
You haunt me; are you dead now?
Or is this all just in my head?
I sit alone now with the lights off
Where we used to sit together.
I sit in silence where we used to laugh,
I sleep alone where we used to sleep together.
I can’t live on memories,
I can’t feed on reveries,
And I can’t live in the past
Or go back even for a moment.
How can I soundly sleep?
You still haunt my dreams,
You still fill my thoughts.
Will this be too much for me?
God knows I’m withering
And this is all my misery.
I just want you here again,
I’m not used to being so alone.