It turned out that he really didn't know her

It turned out that he really didn't know her 
at all. He suddenly didn't know 
if he stayed here before, in this grand hotel
of murdered innocence.

Could he keep up with her, she the absentee,
with priorities from the absurd.
He imagined himself in Atlantis, deaf and blind-
where silence covers the emptiness and black glistens white
where there's nothing to do but letting yourself float
until it comes 
until the going begins.

In the same way he wouldn't know what to do 
with his own life
if he wasn't assured 
of her presence as a ghost.