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)
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