Feels so strange
Here
without you,
Still
and restless, cold and wrong.
I
keep listening for your voice
But
all my questions fall to dust
And
echo off these empty walls
Til
silence cries to the Thunder god.
You
would not have me sitting here
In
mournful sorrow, daylight wasting
Tasting
bitter vinegar and hasting
Sundown
calm my fear
That
I shall never know again
Your
gentle touch upon my cheek.
Starting
over, such a task,
A
burden heavier to bear
Than
all the Herculean trials
Of
ancient heroes rolled to one.
They
say I must get over you,
Move
on with new purpose and direction.
I
find myself lost, confused and alone
Somewhere
between prospect
And
quiet reflection.
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