I feel as though I’m falling away from you. As if some spectre from the fog has a tight grip on my ankles, dragging me away screaming as I desperately grope at thin air. Watching you fade away from my vision, a lone figure on the midnight highway illuminated by the killing moon. The air has been sucked from my lungs, I am surviving on sadness, every though of you feeding me forcibly. The entire world feels empty to me, a desolate playground abandoned by its children. I wander aimlessly through my life, ignoring sign posts and wondering which turn was wrong, I’m looking for you; I know I will never find you. I know I am destined to be alone, pouring away a cup of coffee every morning, unable to break the habit. My world is cold without you here; winter grips my heart in the hottest weather. I have become a sculpture of ice; transparent, harsh, hard to the touch, chilled to the bone. I know you would melt me if you could, if you were here but I am alone. Aching to hear you voice, to feel your touch, to know you’re here with me but I burn alone. My expectations have fallen to the wayside, the carcasses of broken dreams littering my lonely path through life. I walk alone, praying for you to return.