I feel your hands burning the back of me, memories locked in the back of my mind, starting to break uncontrollably with the passing of time.
I look at all the pieces jumbled in a mess.....but see clearly always it is your name I call in distress. If I could only fit the pieces to the face, I wonder why someone so important to me was erased?
Sometimes I hear your voice a calm feeling in midst of an emotional hurricane. It sounds so familiar....I can almost see the features, just let me hear it again!
Chasing wind and dreams, visions of fragmented memories lost. Yet when so close to me they are as natural as winter to frost. I know you are there just beneath the surface of reality, I am searching for the answers, searching for you, are you searching for me?
When I hear a whisper I turn my head and wonder was that you in that glance, then there is nothing before my eyes but I just keep staring as if in a trance.
Wishing to make you reappear with the will of my own mind, break the glass th