There does exist a night’s sky
Without the moon’s glow.
Thick might be the lingering air of melancholy;
The night a perpetual presence,
Darkness within darkness
Gloom upon gloom
But exist does it though
There does exist a ship without its sailor,
Drifting aimlessly across the deep blue,
The masts are brittle; the floor boards sodden,
But drift on does it though.
And there does exist a me without you,
Vacant eyed, saddened,
Less of the person than I was before,
But carry on will I though.