If I never see you again,
My world would become a dull grey.
The dark days would be full of rain;
My mind and my soul would decay.

I would stay inside my abode--
Not answering the door or phone.
Upon my back a heavy load
And wanting to be all alone...

No people would I see or hear;
I would not venture out the door--
Not wanting people to come near,
Not the person I was before.

The sky's bow that follows the rain
Would not refract a prism now.
All it would show is my own pain;
No bright colors would it allow...

Apathy would knock at the door;
All emotion would be in vain.
Just plain living would be a chore
If I never see you again...