Of Tangible AbsenceSometimes I open my eyes,And see the life he built.Now meek, crumbling remnants.It was once the grandest of castles,Now shrouded with dust,And ashes.Making your absence tangible.And lingeringIn our minds and actions.A leaden weight dragging me down;Making her madness,Almost as solid as his absence.And complicating this puzzle,An overgrown maze.I loved him.But he crushed my fragile world.So easily,So coyly....deceptive.I detested him.But this hurts. A sore, open wound.Little Lion Man.The song is a poignant reminderOf who and what he was.Triggering reminiscence.Comrades in arms with pointless phone conversations,Le