Empty days of nothingness,
one after
another
another
another,
with you not by my side.
Dreaming of the time
I once more stand beside you,
hand in hand in heart in soul.
Full times
so full
too few,
this we
together,
cherished and prayed for,
as days are counted,
hours counted,
minutes,
seconds.
Emptiness longing for
the we,
from me and you
from us two
into we,
the one like we,
we always seem
to be.
