As I look at your eyes in the sky, scarce,
Frightened that I face a future where you always watch me.
Then you appear in the mirror distanced, scarce,
Are you really there? Then that would be a first for me.
Wherein your hands are holding me, scarce,
Every time the wind brushes my hands I can still feel you there with me.
Falling is the rain this hollow night, scarce,
Soaking me with your tears that you finally decided to drown on me.
Alone I am now because of you, scarce,
Your presence is all I seek but you were never really there for me.