it is always about someone

and yet again
the craters that my tear rivers left
do not feel as real
as this fear
of going on without myself

who knows if it's about someone?
a friend told me it is always that way
but I do not dare believe it
'cause who would I be then?

so what is left for me?
despair? hope? anger? joy?
when that someone is on the horizon
untouchable, cold
like a shadow writing upon my soul

it is always about someone
but all I want to do
is let go.