Warm air fills the room
But my body feels cold and empty inside
Cold without your warming love
Cold without hope
Cold without your contiguous
Empty without our dreams
The cold facts that you left me
Has put my mind into a philosophical demeanor
That has turned into despair
I seek the comfort of solitude
The sun shines, I don't see it
Its warm rays, I don't feel it
I walk in the woods blind, seeking solitude
Hearing
Noticing
Touching nothing in my path
I walk without your love
I walk without the comfort you gave me
I walk a lonesome stroll of despair
While my mind seeks solitude
A weeping willow tree blocks my path
It seems to reflect the person I have become
Weak bodied and fragile looking
As it leans with every slight breeze
Its limbs hang as if the weight of the world is on them
I sit down next to it as a reflection of comfort
A bird lands on a tree nearby
But I can't identify it because my vision is blurred
I close my eyes so they can rid themselves of their dampness
Now in solitude, I weep not alone