the nights

are getting harder

and harder to endure.

you entered without warning,

and now

i guess you're gonna leave

without saying goodbye either.

i guess you're done

with me.

but you'll be back again,

when you feel like.

and then

probably leave once more.

maybe you're right,

we're from different worlds.

you don't want

to be seen,

because you feel

you won't be able to find

eternal happiness,

permanent protection

or an everlasting hinterland.

if i were in your world,

i'd probably feel as such.

what an irritating place

the world is,

or rather,

the worlds are.