When the person

You look for in every corner

Of every room

For every reason

Becomes the one

You cannot find

In any corner

Of any room

For any reason

Your trust in eternity

Surely shrivels

Shrivels so surely when

Your friends

Who used to flock

Upon your door

For slivers of secrets

About lands of lovers

Now torture your soul

With tearing tears

Because

Lovers Leave

And they know you

Know what that’s like