The hellish path on which I pace
I muse and long for your embrace
Absence makes my heart grow fonder
Contemplating what lies yonder
Longing for your hand in mine
Your touch, your kiss, your voice, divine
The sparks that flew when I heard you speak
The walking shiver as you touched my cheek
Now
The rivers of tears replace that touch
Instead of your hand, a tissue I clutch
My happiness, is now shot red
Our future, just a fantasy in my head