Being alone

I touch my cheeks and find them wet. the drops i felt were the tears i had shed. the wind i had felt sweeping through my hair was once the gentle touch.

your light finger tips.
the warmth i had felt upon my face was the closeness of your beating heart.

i sigh once more and close my eyes,rest my head upon my knees. one more day gone by and we are still apart.

the love that has bloomed within my breaking heart, can no longer with stand the sight of being alone.

i had once told myself that i do not feel empty but as i count the slowly passing days i become unsure of how full i feel.

i know that one day everything will come together but this feeling that is sturing inside is a feeling that it won't come together with you.

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