In the Absence of You

I take a walk on the Seine
 Cross Pont Neuf on my way to St. Germain
 Love-hearts on padlocks on wire in the mist
 Where young lovers kiss and swear to be true
 Echoes of ten thousand sighs of love
 And yet I feel only the absence of you
 Out of a window on the thirtieth floor
 Central Park shines with the coming of dawn
 Through eyes rendered weary by jetlag and wine
 I turn 'round to find, there's a girl in my room
 For a moment we kiss but her vodka-soaked lips
 Taste only of the absence of you
 I don't know
 What all of this means
 If you are not here with me
 And I am lost
 When we are apart
 There's a hole in my heart
 That light passes through
 And the pattern it creates
 Is the shape of the absence of you
 Spring has been found hanging 'round Soho Square
 So I'll take my coffee and newspaper there
 To bask in the not-warm-enough April sun
 With the workers who come to eat Pret with no shoes
 But the grass to the side of the patch where I'm lying
 Is flat with the absence of you
 I don't know
 What all this is for
 If you are not near to me
 And I can't sleep
 Sleep is no fun when the unruly sun
 Will reveal the truth
 A space in my bed as cold as the dead
 Exactly the size and the shape of the absence of you
 And all of this beauty runs over and through me
 And pools 'round my shoes
 And the puddle it forms
 Conforms to the shape of
 The absence of you