Broken

I want your face to be
the last thing I see
tonight, the last thing
I ever see in this life.

Every day I read and write
and lose some part of myself,
wondering who is the one
lucky enough to hold your
heart.

Every day the city, place of
my secret wish, bench of my
tearful break.

The remembrance of such split
loss of ideals, the system
of beliefs, faith in a man,
who you are is everything.
I'm the one who needs you.

This daily dose is harsh
reality, what is never
to be, never more, no love,
slow dances, no touch,
warm and loving, there is no
laughter tonight or any night.