I don't know what to do when you're away;
My normal choices are no longer there.
I cannot process how to start my day
If I can't feel your presence anywhere,
And nothing that I do has any point
When you're too far away - because it should
Be for you, but your place is out of joint,
And so although it would be if it could,
It cannot be. So what am I to do?
It's not that I forget what I had done
Before we met, or that I have no clue
How to be me - that's how I have begun
Before. But now those things seem useless, when
I'd rather do them all with you again.
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