Intervals

Tell me please, why
The interval of nonsense is covered with pride.
Why i thought
that feeling was mine,
if theres no will and it left me die.

I can feel it when she laughs,
far away from where i am.
I can smell it in her nights
when i can't see her.

Oldough she is beside me,
spaces hold me tight
upon a journey of mistery lies,
that i still not understand.

Tears i never spelt,
an interval of nonsense,
which seperates life from what i am,
I melt.