Gone

I made an excuse, you found another way to tell the truth.
And my heart is caught, in my wordless answers, turned mouth, shuffling feet.
And I know the smell of your skin, like a sailor knows the sea.
And I recognise your voice, like I used to recognise me.
And your name burns hot when I spell it, and feels heavy when I say it out loud.
Because nothing's wrong, but nothing's right,
In your eyes I saw a dying life, and an empty touch to say goodbye.