The Afterman

She gave her heart to a falling star
When news filtered through of his tragedy
All the walls went up
Around a world, she declines
As the tears from her eyes fall
No one understands and no one will
All she has lost
If he’s not here, then where?
If he’s not here, then where?
If he’s not here, then where?
If he’s not here, then where?
When she found it, there
In the cold, blue glare
The words distressed and unfamiliar
Where the feelings seared
An emptiness had hung
And in her chest, she clenched
Reality settled as the memories raced
While on the screen, he lived
She teared; «Your selfishness has robbed you
Of the man you could’ve been
I wouldn’t change a thing about you
I love you dearly, my friend»
If he’s not here, then where?
If he’s not here, then where?
My love, been searching for my Afterman
If he’s not here, then where?
If he’s not here, then where?
My love, been searching for my Afterman