I don’t feel you around anymore.
Our room in my heart with the do not disturb sign has had its lights off for three years.
Where have you gone?
I’ve been dreaming of you, waking up in cold sweats half weeping.
You’ve been reduced to memories and stardust.
I don’t feel you here anymore.
Dust off the cobwebs and turn the key.
Flip on the light switch and throw your things in a pile on the floor as you used to.
We could flip the sign to fuck off and stay there forever.
My dear, Dani, love, where have you gone?