David finds it easier to cope by writing down his thoughts as poetry than to keep it all bottled up inside. Now she has gone. The anguish and love, Has quickly dispersed. The things we did, The ways we did it. The times we spent, are always in the past.
Nothing shows the hurt, Nothing shows the misery.
She wants a friend, I want a lover. There will be no end, The emptiness is still there. The horizon is hazed, but the sky is blue. The no turns to never. It is never the same, without the comfort.