i go there often
an ever changing place
where walls melt into mirrors
and i see your face

i go there often
where happiness plays her cards
to know what smoothness is
first i learn to feel the shards

i go there often
knowing you're not quite there
after everything i see hear and despair
when back in bed
i feel us in the night air
i feel you in my hair

i go there often
in your presence and absence
within the ends lies some truth
and it just never makes sense