you'll never know the fear of losing someone like you
if you're someone like me

I don’t know why it is I’m still on the case
it’s a ravenous town
and you still refuse to be traced
seems to me such a waste
and every victory has a taste that’s bittersweet
and it’s your face I’m looking for
on every street

“Shut your eyes and see” –James Joyce, “Ulysses"