I ask myself so many questions,
asking the opinion of the empty air around me,
but there is no answer,
just mocking echoes,
making light of my darkness.
I remember the sound of a voice that is sweet to my ears,
a kiss that is sweet to my tongue,
the familiar trail of his lips and his fingers,
lingers on my lonely skin,
a lifetime away,
except for the hours when I dream,
that always seem to pass like seconds.
