I miss you. Your voice.
Your hair, softly contoured with Clay Doh.
Your hands as they held me,
that Friday afternoon.
Your hug before we hailed that cab and rode back to school.
Your eyes, deep and luminescent, vivid and full of life.
Your smile, that silly smile.
And the silly way you make me laugh.
Now you're gone, and I'm alone, all that's left are but remnants of a past that I relive over and over again. These lonely nights of endless meanderings,
these dark lonely nights, with no one but you inhabiting my thoughts.
I'm scared. I've lost life. My thoughts are fragmented, an inconsolable mess of woven strings,
sad, lonely, dark and void.What have you done to me Babe?
Is it too late to fix this?