Lethel case

When i say: „You are here“,
I say something, there's not.
Not a lie. Just a fiction of memory.

If I feel your breath on my skin.
It's not real. Just a wind
Tricks me into hearing it's melody.

When I open my eyes
You lie close. Not for real.
Just my pillows look funny.

And the room smells like you.
Takes my breath. I made up
All those things. Bit too many.

The ring on the doors. You just came.
Only you look much different.
Ah. Postman. Not true.

I fill my days with lies.
Just to live. It's called lethal
Case of missing you.