Rome Beauty

I'll gaze into the sky and think of you
Wish you were here
The apples rotten on the ground
And worms are watching
I am silent, I am waiting
We are bruised, the fruit and I
My heart is almost healed
But aching still, and I can't think of why
If you were here, I'd feel okay
If you were here, I would be whole
But there's a hole in me twelve hours of the day
But there's a hole in me twelve hours of the day,
My dear, and I can feel it gape, and I can feel it gape
And I can feel it, bigger every day.