I guess it would

If it is
Than I'm not
And in fact
It is taught

That you are gone
And I am here
And what's so wrong
With showing you fear

If the sun rains
On your bloody stains
Would that in turn
Make you shame

It is here
If I am there
But you are sheer
And I am blank

If in the point range
Would it take over the pane

Can you please mop this floor
Would you ever knock on the door

Can my windows break
From sight of your space

Can dark be day
And light be night

But beside my candle
Is a broken flight
Of paths
And things of lure

What is that
If you are
No more