Why did I hear your name on the wind?
How is it your shadow shadowed me?
The flash of your eyes chills my essence
though I’m aware that I’m quite alone.
Why do I taste the nectar of your lips?
How is it my fingertips still tingle, alive?
The aroma of your scent engulfs my aura
and yet I am still very much alone.
Why do I shudder under the weight of passion?
How is it your side of the bed remains warm?
The love I harbor for you has not abated at all,
though you’ve chosen to leave me all alone.
Why is that within my broken heart, I still find
find you lurking in the shadows of my dark desires
It must be an undercurrent of unwavering belief
you’ll return, for you also could not bear being alone.
Submitted for the Anything Goes challenge
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