Every time I turn around,
I see your face...

No one understands me,
I feel comfortable being me...

You're not around,
I can't call...

You were my lover for a time,
Then you left...

What is yellow?
Or white with holes...

Warmth from your comforting hand,
Enveloped in your passionate touch...

Many words come to my mind.
I cant make sense of them...