Every time you leave, a piece of me goes with,
it attaches itself to you securely,
assigning its mission forthwith.
When you travel down that lonesome road,
down a monotonous path of isolation –
just reach inside your pocket,
and there I’ll be there without hesitation.
As your days go by, without me by your side,
just open up your jacket,
you’ll find my heart beating inside.
When you lie awake in bed,
crying at the severed loss,
just wrap your covers even tighter,
and my love shall span across.
When you feel down,
and alone without a friend,
that piece of me shall comfort,
your heartache I will mend.
As the distant absence grows longer,
that piece of me grows stronger,
leading you back to this absent heart,
the one who was with you from the start.