Where you once made whole.
Picking up pieces of a broken dream,
Cutting up hope into streams.
Drops of blood that form pools
Reflecting what might have been.
It was once beautiful, sweet and complete.
Wish my feelings did not have to compete with reality.
For now it is the practicality
that is the wall built between.
That is why I miss you so much
Especially in the morning
I wake up yearning
For you to lie beside me
Comforting and soothing my fears
With your warm embrace
And your loving face
I close my eyes
Feeling my pain in many sighs..