your absence your presence

Your absence is grey
Like a slow soaking rain
Like a long sleepless night
That ends in a sigh
Your absence is something that fills up the sky

Your presence is green
Like a cool breeze in spring
When I’m fighting for breath
The air torn apart
Your presence is something that fills up my heart

Everyday things and everyday words
Staying undone, staying unheard
Everything stops making sense
In your absence
Staying unarmed, staying unhurt
Everyday things and everyday words
Everything starts making sense
In your presence

Your absence is made
Of pictures that fade
Of our memories mixed up
And scattered about
Your absence is something I know inside out

Your presence is real
It’s all that I feel
When my will to survive
Is losing to doubt
Your presence is something I know inside out

And after the war, when you’re right next to me
I won’t find the words to say what it means
That everything stops making sense
In your absence
And after the war, when you’re right next to me
I’ll find all the words to say what it means
That everything makes perfect sense
In your presence