I am here, you are not
You are there, I am not
The tides rise and settle
The trees stand stiff while leaves rustle
Life, grey as concrete, ebbs away with the inertia of time
I watch
A passive spectator
I live, but life, in your absence, is devoid of the experience of color
I can feel it, though absent it may be
The sensation of your existence
It lingers like a bittersweet phantasm
I am here, you are not
You are there, I am not
Without you, I am naught.