You flew away, a smile, never turning back
the room, cold and stark white
It is here, this room, that I live
trapped in this lonely silence without you
waiting
It is here, this bed, once our canvas...
where the perpetual movement of our atoms
created fire filled moments of time
It is here, this bed, now a barren landscape
but for your curves still etched in the sheets
never to be again.
It is here...where I wait
for you to return
dreams...my only company,
the fragrance of you
lingering in my memory
It is here
that I live
without you.
