Back! *Now with Poetry*

2/18/2009

I look around for the source of laughter,
Expecting your face,
Sharing every moment
But now
My own perfect independence
Is bruised with loneliness

In longing my fingers trace
The shadows where your face belongs
They know its familiar curves
Better than i

The words I use pale
The sun grows dim
Without the muse that brings
Brilliant color to a faded everyday

The warmth of you still clings
To my clothes
And calms the icy thoughts
That frost the edges of my smile

I am half.
I am missing.
I am lost.

In this world of freedom
I am malcontent
Until I can again press my lips
To every freckle
And know neither of us has to be alone.