I have travelled from the lands Of an unknown master that used to be you. To a distant destiny, a residue Of silent tears I shed past midnight For the absence of you. My throat clogged with screams. My lips apart for expected moans And eyes tight shut! Crying over the absence of you. The Absence of you In a world so empty of light And full of must-dos Spinning in my head Lies an imperfect dream Of holding your hand In the morning dew. Tina RSH ยฉ 14.04. 17