The Reactionary Thoughts

Placing all my thoughts on the table; Looking at the passing train of history Enerstly I flood my guilty yet clear eyes, Adamantly I miss the days when we loved, Surrounded by the haunts of past memories, Echoes of love I nolonger hear Could it have been a wise decision, Outside I see the emptiness and voidness, Mostly wrong, your absence is torture Earth is nowhere without you Being here is now my day and night thought, All the same, come back home my love, Can you open the closed books again Keenly remember me and all we had Haunted is my name without you, Out of this terror I long to be, More and more I wish you were here, Enter the door, its open for you