You leave me --
reaching --
in despair and undecided.
I call out for your touch,
memories spiraling endlessly
inside my mind.
The hope that rested in my heart
becomes suffocating,
strangling me with things
I didn't know I could feel anymore.
Pieces of myself --
once forgotten --
rise up into my throat
as time pulls you from my arms.
I try, but I cannot sing.
I find myself wishing for you,
staring on forever into light.
The feeling of needing you came naturally to me.
In loving you, I found my sense of being.
Now all of that has been stripped away,
and I am empty inside.
I feel as though I have been tainted.
My eyes whisper secrets,
unable to touch the heart of another.
The "me" that loves is hiding.
With you, there would be no eternal loneliness.
In a sky full of feelings,
I pray to a falling star.
It is the only way I can be near you.
And though we are worlds apart,
my heart still beats in time with yours.