This is not a song I am working on, nor an idea I will maybe pursue to complete or extend in the future. Just some words and some chords.

Disappearance 

She crossed the lake one night 

and I never saw her again 

all she was then became  

an itching memory 

For days I was a scavenger 

collecting any signs of her 

bemused by the suddenness 

of her disappearance  

And I lingered on the shore 

looking out to the horizon 

only to find a never-ending stillness 

a never-ending line 

her never-ending absence.

Ulysses A.