My hand lands on the hot tap,

And I start turning.

Forcing myself to feel something,

Even if it’s just my skin burning.

The clock is ticking inside my brain.

Telling me it won’t be long,

Until my foreswearing eyes,

Never see your warm face again.

Maybe one day,

Long after you’re gone,

I’ll find a reason to stay.

Or maybe I’ll bury the pain,

into my deepest hiding place.

One thing I do know,

Is that without you my world,

will never align.

I’ll always be walking slightly to the side,

Waiting for your shadow to land next to mine.