As the days go by,
Since you left.
All I have done is nothing to delay,
Everything seems to just walk away.
Even in the coldest hour or season,
I hear you call out to me.
Yet, when I looked around no one was there,
But what I do feel and hear is a heart.
What is a heart to someone like me,
Is it a plaything or just something that keeps you alive?
Although this heart seems vaguely familiar,
There’s something I might have miss.
Then I felt a warmth pass through my whole body,
And there you were eyes shining as the brightest gem.
Cheeks flushed at a beautiful deep scarlet,
And the smile that always keep managed to keep me going.