My dear, what has become of you
Electric you were, a discarded robot you remain
In my eternal now, devoid you remain
Replays of empty shelves, the dust collects
The fear of your self being known to me, like a wedge between us which grew and grew
A divide as far one can see, a hug feels empty as any touch is in vain
Matters of the heart are simply complex, to the outsider.
Inside is a clear early morning, vivid green grass, the dew twinkling with the rising sun. Crisp cool air surrounds.
This is where to begin, again.