Tangibility

If what's tangible is my only reality How is your love so deeply engrained in me That empty space between my arms Sets off every one of my worst fears and alarms The mere vestige of your breath on my lips Makes it hard for me to come to grips That you're not here It's a weird sort of half-living To spend most of our time away But to experience our intensity for only a day To get used to seeing everything but you And be apart but still make do Without that soft caress of kiss It feels nonexistent, as if my memory's amiss If our love diminishes out of the corporeal and true I'll cling to that intangibility as if it were really you So take note of the sweet little somethings I say I love you my life, my world Please stay