This empty space. This empty place where you could be standing. Its so empty and barren and cold and dry and the air chokes me up until I'm teary eyed. The pupils have stained themselves red with their own blood. They should have known better. I told them it would hurt and they said they understood. How could they understand this suffocating cold pre-Springtime air? They're still wet from their cold bath. The water floods down from their hair. If this empty place were empty space, and the world was flat after all. I'd fall. I'd fall off this cold empty world through the cold empty space you left behind. This was Heaven. Now it's nothing. Like me, like everywhere, it's nothing without you. My angel. I'd fall. I'd fall and never hit the ground. And Infinity could whistle sweet songs in my ears. I'll never die. I'll never land. I'll never see you again. My angel. I'd fall. So far. So hard. There'd be no impact, no ground. Nothing safe to stand on. No grass freshly mowed to roll around. There are no bridges. They might as well be burnt. There's nothing to go back on at all. My angel. I'd fall. It's so cold that I can't breathe, and my wearm breath rises as I drop. There's no valley, no mountain top, just nothing. Nothing to hold onto. To grab, to hold, to kiss. Just empty space. And the wind will kiss my face. Numb. There's nothing. Nothing at all. My angel. I'd fall. In love with you all over again. My angel. I'd fall.