up, under, left and right

everywhere i go
and everywhere i look
there are traces of you
in the music i hear
in the pictures i draw
in those empty rooms
if there is none
my mind would convince myself
that there is...
and all i could do
is concur and believe
even though sometimes
i'd try so hard to
not think of you
or at least not as much
as i am used to...
yet i still want to feel
how i always feel...
embraced, surrounded by you
or at least by those traces
that i grew accustomed to...
because you are everywhere
that's what i want
and don't want
to believe...

you are everywhere

good night,
dear up, under, left and right