your memory
still haunts my heart.

my mind still feels
the softnes of your breath
as you lay in my arms,
having loved, being in love.

my soul still hears
the tenderness of your voice
when you spoke my name.
when you called me honey.

there in the center of my being
there seems to be nothing-ness.
an emptiness that aches for your touch.
to smell the sweet frangrance of you.
that certain softness that is only you.

my days are lost to your memory.
my nights are haunted by the love of our past.

my todays seem to be spent in yesterday.
my tomorrows? without you,
there doesn't seem to be a tomorrow.

when will you give me my life back?

Copyright ©2002 steve patterson