As I lay on the bed

Half asleep,

Eyes closed;

The sunlight sipping through the translucent curtains,

feeling warm and calm;

unconciously I reach out for your hand

To know that you were there by my side;

To see if you treasure these quiet moments of a summer's day as I do;

But all I found was nothing,

The hand I long to hold wasn't there,

Hasn't been for a long time,

Causing the pain I feel in my chest.

The breaking of the heart.


(e.i)