Today I exist only in consequence
and I am feeling so very insignificant
When all you have left me is some fragile line of poetry
and the memory of a smile so deceiving
Will you be in your apartment tonight?
Will I be in your mind?
and how many times will I read your "goodnights"
Before I hear the whispers of your "best wishes"
Sleep well tonight, dream well in spite
of all persistent hauntings and the certainty that we will die
