My Dear
My dear,
I miss your voice tonight.
I have faded like your raven hair.
To touch you now would grant me joy
that would make me feel truly alive.
To have a face with which to smile,
to have arms with which to protect you,
my fondest dreams,
you take for granted.
My dear,
I am with you.
Why do you cry over my photo?
To have a voice to call to you,
to have legs to run to you,
but that will never be.
No sound will I make,
no fright will I cause,
but I am watching,
and my love burns on...
