Stop running your cold fingers
Over the skin of my back.
These harsh embraces, I fear,
Won’t make up for the things I lack.

Your blue lips remind me
Of some flowers I saw in rain.
Recalling your glassy eyes
I wonder how I’ll ever ease this pain.

Maybe when I take a walk
I’ll hear the melody of your steps.
When I come across familiar lanes
I’ll know the love for me you kept.

The stones at my feet remind me
Of the stiffness of your arms,
Smothering me in the sweetest embrace.
When has love not brought us harm?

And yet I walk. I walk,
Till I reach your tender love.
Together again maybe we can watch
Some shooting stars above.