He goes home
and I go blind
I can't seem to see past the next hour
the thought of days is suffocating.
All the things in my life
begin to look very grey
the books and the papers
the buildings and the hours spent in them
the foundations of the world
begin to sigh and mumble.
sometimes the light from us
reflects back on the rest of it
making everything so happy
making everything follow my lead

I wish everything else in my life
was as easy and beautiful
as being with you is
I love you very very much.