Gone

The relationship between us began to thaw, my thoughts tumbled in my head, making and breaking alliances, like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free. Talking and thinking became to me, like the open page of a monthly magazine. Your picture is silent, standing before me like a little statuesque figure. I fell for you like my heart was a mob informant, and you were the East River. I deeply love you. when you speak, I thought I heard bells, as if you were a garbage truck backing up. After you dumped me, my heart hung heavily, restless as a blue-bottle fly on a warm summer's day. Your kisses was the flowers of love in bloom, your laughter was the music of my soul. My heart swelled with a sea of tears, my dreams were flowers to which you were a bee. I know that I have barking up the wrong tree, But please excuse my French. You left me with silence that seemed heavy and dark, like a passing cloud. Your charms lay like metals in a mine and you gave me such chill embraces, as the snow-covered heights receive from clouds. You left me with vague thoughts, that stream shapelessly through my mind, like long sad vapors through the twilight sky. Your name cuts into my soul like a knife and left me, like a wounded snake drags its slow length along. I am in so much pain! I hate the fact that at least I didn't have a chance to see you, to talk to you, to look into his eyes, and to hug me. I never imagined I can feel so much pain and disrepair. All I want is to see you and touch you one more time. I don't know how long it will last all this pain, but I am sure it will be a long way on my way to healing. Tears, photos and memories - all you have left...