Sitting in this empty room,   I mourn the bright, but embrace the gloom.   These thoughts of you within my brain   The only things that keep me sane.      The walls are white, this table brown   I yearn for noise, some tender sound   Silent I sit and alone I write,   Without your love, without your light.      But if I'd ever said a word   Surely you'd have found it absurd;   So quiet am I, you'd never guess   I loved you more than all the rest.      So now I wait and watch the time.   And speak my deepest wish in rhyme.   For otherwise you'd never know.   I let you slip, let you go.