In this empty hallway
standing with this empty hands,
alone, silent and still
trying to hear the sound of yesterday
slowly descending away,
I can feel my hands holding yours,
tears from my closed eyes
the warmth of it separating me from this daydream,
pulling me back to reality
clenching my fist trying to fight time,
in my thoughts,
wandering in my heart,
lost in your memory,
you and the sound of your voice, surreal
and I can almost touch your face once again,
you are so beautiful,
your smile is my salvation,
just a little more and I'm with you again,
I can feel your embrace,
just a bit more- but
this raging heart beats pain,
pulls me back to reality,
light slowly touching my eyes,
the cold air dries my tears,
my hands, they are empty and cold,
here standing in this empty hallway.
