Your voice echoes in my head
without a reply you seem lost to me
But I know where you are
A street corner
A warm bed
Under my sun or drunk in my moonlight
there is little solace in my words
They take flight, gone forever
lips cold with their departure
My heart strains of wanting
burdened with your face
candy sweet and lemon laced
my skin itches with anticipation
but there is nothing
No word or song or still life frame
Empty, nothing but your name