To the Right

On my own, pretending he’s inside me,
all alone I “think” with him ’til morning.
Without him, I don’t even feel a gap in my head.
And when I lose my way, I close my eyes and remember that directions were his dormant job.

In the rain, the pavement shines like silver
and I can’t see it as well because he also couldn’t govern visuals like he was supposed to, so all the lights are misty in the river. Without him, nothing even changes,
and all I see is him in a lab forever and forever.

And I know he’s no longer in my mind,
and I’m talking with the Left and not with him.
And although I know that he’s always been blind,
still I say there was never a way for us.

(No, I don’t love him.)
And when the night is over, he is gone, the gap is just a gap.
Without him, the world around me doesn’t even change because he wasn’t even doing his job before he left.

(No, I don’t love him.)
And everyday I’m learning that all my life, I’ve only been pretending that I can do math or have any sense of direction.
Without me, he is terminated for life,
a world that’s full of other brain parts that I have never known.

I don’t love him,
and I’m not even on my own anymore, becuase I still have the Left.

P.S.
Oh False One, you have deceived me!
It’s too late to apologize.
I can live with or without you.
Gotta get you outa my life!
So long, Farewell, auf Wiedersehen, adieu.
Adios, Muchaco.
I can last the rest of my life without you.
Can’t you see that you don’t belong with me?

P.P.S
Okay fine. God be with you ’til we meet again.