If by chance I found myself alone,
I would convince myself that I was free;
I could pretend that your name was unknown
And drown my erstwhile lovers in the sea.
If one day I turned and you weren’t there,
I’d only blink and think “I told you so”;
I’d whistle empty tunes into the air,
Remember that I always knew you’d go.
If those I love were all found dead and gone,
I’d go about my day with nothing new;
I’d drink my breakfast tea, stifle a yawn,
Continue to ignore the morning dew.
I’d stare out through the window, seeing you,
And wonder then if you could see me too.