Morning

Mood: Sad
Listening: the dance George Winston
Drinking: green tea

My heart aches as my fingrs trace
(the ghost of your memory.)
I wonder where you are
( who youll become)
What are you doing?
(Im here wandering through memories)
Of you (of us,of what once was)
My hands are shoved in my pockets
(my heart longs for your touch)
So i wander through these empty halls
(i lean against the wall and wait)
I am knit into you. I love you.
(i leave a note, black ink staining white)
Ill be back soon, love you.
(the sound of my footsteps is heard)
Meet me here.
-Copyright Amoryn Shaddai