Missing.

can you remember sitting by that window

listening to the stars late at night.

talking with the wind early in the morning.

making Love late in the afternoon.

i miss the sweet smell of Wood.

the bitter sound of Wind.

i miss the sight of Your brown eyes.

and the beautiful Sunrises.

can You tell me that story

the last one about Fairies

the one that i heard from You

before leaving. before this..

You cannot remember can you

the absence has filled you with

emptiness. You carry no more

stories. they float around You

but You cannot actually remember.

i miss your stories and Your

smell at night. i'll stay here in

this cold cold room and listen..

for a little while.