Everywhere I go I'm in your room
You haven't come back since,
not even to sleep
I open the door and the rest of the house isn't there,
just white empty space past the wooden frame
And I lie in your bed, my head
resting where your shoulder was
and isn't anymore
So I run further, crossing oceans,
lying in fields miles wide
But still the sky sinks down to become
your ceiling and my arm
reaches for your silver watch
that you left on the night stand
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