How does it feel to wake each day
Not seeing color only gray?
And when the night takes back the eyes
Not caring if the sun will rise?
I feel this way
And now you've gone away
How does it feel to be a part
Of exquisite corpse, a work of art?
Not to be treasured for yourself
Always attached to something else?
I feel this way
And now you've gone away
I miss your hair, I miss your face
I miss your presence in this place
And how you filled my lungs with air
You disappeared but I'm still here
I'm still here
Where are you?