Jess,

"Look through my eyes; see my trail left behind:
My body's here, but the rest I cant find.
All I can see, is that last picture of you:
My arms are outstretched, for only a view.. "

Wonderful poem with an awesome ending. Loved it.

"Look through my eyes; see my trail left behind:
My body's here, but the rest I cant find."

Especially loved these two lines. I have certainly been there and done that. So many of us live in a kind of limbo waiting for the pieces to fall into place so we can once more stake claim to our mind, soul, and heart. Until then we exist in the eptiness of all but the shell that holds our memories.

Always,
Jeannie