With You/Without You

Meeting you
was like being reborn
after a slow death.
The agony is gone,
my first clear breath.

Knowing you
is like touching the stars,
as you show me here to Mars.
Absorbed in your vicinity,
yearning for infinity.

Losing you
is watching all life
in the sea leave, the forests burn
beauty dies with it
fate brings forth its wrath.

With you
is feeling a felicity
that’s foreign to me.
My place is bleak, so I
keep knocking on your door.

Without you
is an endless August
where winter seems coldest,
as someone else enjoys
their brightest days in summer.

Missing you
is having my days wasted.
The scenery is barren land.
Did it ever flourish?
Or did my black soul concoct it?

Wanting you
is savouring the fruits
only found in Eden.
Lush sin spilling down my chin.
Another bite and guiltless.

With you
I pine and I yearn.
Wish you were mine,
my dreams burn,
I run through the smoke
for a glimpse of sunshine and hope.

Without you,
I yearn and I pine.
My stomach churns.
Nothing is right,
my spirit’s darkest nights.

With you
is being December.
Festive lights and
parties as the year ends.
We meet January’s sunny days.

Without you
is being January.
December is far away,
trials and tribulations ahead.
Why did last year leave?
When can I make you stay?

Because I’m scattered without you.
Foolish when I’m with you.
I can’t ever quit you.
I’m blue when you’re gone.
I’m forever in awe with my golden beau.