With missing footsteps besides mine,
It is not love that I can define.
It is not the voice I fear,
It is the fear of silence I hear.
I try but I cannot hug,
For all that remains is a deep hole dug.
I stretch my hand to be held,
For that is all is left to be weld.
All I can do is only feel,
Hoping for the wound to tenderly heal.
(May 27th, 2012)