Wednesday, Jan. 14, 2004 - 5:50 p.m.
Where are you my sweet friend?
Why is your room cold with your absence?
I see the sun setting in the distance every night
My might is made weak by the pallor of the dim winter sky
And thus I cry for thee, and me.
What is the opposite of love?
Tis not Hate, but wait! What’s the difference?
The opposite of Love is surely Indifference!
Empty are the chairs that once sat the many talks we had.
Gone are the birds whose song filled the air.
In its place is an empty space, and the cherished memories I hold
Till the last days when I am old.
And I knew that you would leave me some day.
But I never thought you would leave this way.
Could I be wrong? Is there yet one more song?
And my heart beats for it stronger, ever longer.
My world is frozen in time.
I see but only the Blue Ice of our last Kiss
It is you I miss... More than you will ever know.
Why did the bird’s song stop, and why did you go?
Come back my friend.
And renew again this precious life we made.
For all I am. Come back again.
And save my soul from Hell…
She stares into the mirror as if some one owes her an explaination.
She should have held on to a good guy!
