I'm living between nowhere,
years stolen from my life.
The world has capsized.
Where do I fit in?

I had so many things to say,
but words they eluded me
after I plunged into his eyes
which were a beckoning river
promising me dreams and adventure.

Silence is now drowning my fantasies.
Like a firefly, I take refuge where
no one can follow me.
Was his love real or just brief
moments of intoxication and delirium?