"Inadequate Truth".
Remember the title.
"There is a dry rain upon my face.
When you smile, I can't help but smile,
but you remain a phantom.
I am barely alone.
I don't know how you move without sound,
the way your voice speaks from a cloud that covers our heads.
I notice our paths are made in the forest for you,
how even sheets rustle with excitement.
I have been watching your eyes, how they absorb light.
When they turn on me there are so many lies I want to confess.