It's noon, I'm still in my bed, not wanting to get up and face the day.
The monotony is broken by the sound
of my clock ticking in the distance.
Not another sound can I hear,
reminding me of my utter and
complete loneliness. I long for my friend to share my days with, to share my thoughts with, to share my love.
I long for the love who once filled my days with laughter and joy, who once filled my heart with content, who once filled my spirit with hope and dreams.
He's gone now. Leaving in his wake
just the mist of his memory, Just the scent of his being. Just a recall. My heart longs for those days gone by.
My spirit cries out in vain for his return to me. But I know we'll meet again...one day.
