Being here and I can hear you talk
but I can not understand your words
Standing here I can see you looking at me
but I can not really see
You are touching me
but there is only emptiness
A smile
but I feel no joy
Where are you my love?
I search and search trying to recall
those precious moments of passion
they are lost
Does this mean the end of us
or the beginning of me without you
Monique Lucy Weberink
2010
