My senses are dull and my soul cries for you my love
I desire to be fed with your words for my heart is hollow
The beating of it plays a strange song I do not recognize
The rhythm we shared was familiar, the melody flowed in unison
It never missed a beat
Now I cannot hear your voice
The music is gone
I am left with a single note that plays a solo
A song of melancholy
What is missing?
It's the harmonious sound of a perfect duet
© 2018 by Elizabeth P. Reynolds