The tears I once shed over you mean nothing to me...
As you take the applause with a courteous bow...

If only you were here,
To look into my eyes...

Catching breath, feather touches,
Glistening skin, rhythmic movements...

Looking around you realise,
That things can change for the good and the bad...

I don't expect your sympathy,
I don't expect your love...

I hear from everyone who "cares",
I'm too young to know love...

Your hand glides down my hand, throw my hair,
Pulling me in ever so closer...

I long to hear from you each passing day,
Just to know how you are, your family and friends...

An isolated child, a ruined woman,
Broken memories of days gone by...

I shouted out his name, and got no reply,
I knocked on his door, and still no reply...

I sit and stare, just thinking of what we've been...
The ups, the downs, the laughs and the tears...

I stare at my blank pages
Trying to write what you mean to me...