The hardest thing

It's easy to fall back,

on old habits now and then,

With you or without you...

Holding a pen again,

A stencil or a paintbrush,

Thinking all the time about you...

I can see the day,

It's okay,

I can spend the daylights without you...

But as the moon rises up,

My hopes turn down to dust,

And I cannot breath... without you.

Good night, good bye...

What is so good about them?

My eyes, your eyes

Ain't no rain as wet as them..

Why can't we be,

Where should I be,

Should I be at all?

Filling up the spaces,

Lonely in all my places,

You're my rise. you're my fall..

Being with you is hard. 

Not being, alas,

Is the hardest thing...