Suddenly words seem so obsolete, so overwhelming and useless. List after list, nothing gets done, it's a trick, a nasty deceiving of productivity. Nothing has changed, yet it feels as if so much was done, it tires the soul when all these dreams and hopes stand still for too long.
You, that gave me so much comfort and release on its day. You, that held my void heart in your warmth and embraced my soul like no one else. How can you, my eternal lover, my confidant, feel so distant and meaningless?
I miss the joy we used to share, your charms and my depths made a pair like no other. I miss the way you understood me and helped me understand myself. So many tears you dried, so many fantasies we designed, so many plans we made and now, somehow, it's all gone.
What happened to us, my love? When did we fade away and dry out, and how?
I miss your presence behind me, impulsing me to create beautiful mixtures of meaning and song. You were the father I never had, the mother I wasn't eaten by, you were my lover and my only true friend.
Is there a way to mend this?
I miss you.