Do you know who you are?
Do you feel like I'm here?
In your breath, in your hair
In you dripping black tears?
Is it wrong that I miss you?
When you're standing right here?
When your arm brushes past me
And I can feel every hair
I'm the past that you've covered
I'm the laugh you last muttered
When the jokes you did sputter
Came so blatantly clear
So I'm sorry for hoping
I'll stop pushing and pulling
And waiting that some day
You just might reappear.
