Be Naught

It’s not that I could love you
It’s that I do
It’s because how could I not
So many others probably
Already do
How could I be naught
Thinking about where you are
How could I be naught
Kissing your ghost
How could I be naught
Making out with your shadow
How could I be naught
Reaching out for you
In an empty bed
Filled with the eternal
Length of empty sheets to comfort the
Aching of what I would do
If you were lying next to me
Would you like my blue eyes
If you could see them
Would you study my hands
If you could touch them

© GÄ