There is nothing here left of you

To show that you once passed through

Nothing to show we shared time

No evidence of a crime

No prints where your hands used to touch

No smudges on the rims of cups

No texts on my mobile phone

No photo I might want to own

You’re a mystery wrapped in a cloud

Who I dare not question aloud

I‘d be certified if I insisted

That you may once have existed

Is your next lover beside you now

Will he one day question how

You could leave without a clue

No sign that you’d once passed through

(see me perform my songs on YouTube)