So what do we do now?
Trapped in this world of blotted-out light, we are lost.
I am running in circles. Why aren't you stopping me?
Each other . . . Is that all we have?
Some say that that is all you truly need, but love has lost its existence in me.
Replaced?
No . . . found.
Yet, I do not feel it.
But I can see it in your eyes.
You light my way, but I know that I do not light yours.
For I do not, cannot, feel it.
And still . . . you stay with me.
Are you blind? We are together, but I only feel a void.
Nothingness. It has not yet been filled.
Where have the smiles gone? The careless laughs? Everything has suddenly become too serious.
Please, explain to me where we are. Where have we gone?
Lost.
Your hand has slipped from my grip.
I do not even know if I was ever trying to hold on.
And I search for you. Your smell . . . Your taste; your voice . . .
You have turned to a whisper in the wind.
Or have you?
Am I the one who has truly been blind all of this time? I can feel you standing next to me.
My eyes are not to be trusted.
The world is ripping me apart by pulling us together.
I love you.