Forlorn

All by herself she sits

In that room so empty now

The dark of the night

Lurks in every corner

Of those white walls

And he

Escapes into his own space

Leaving her behind

For the dead of the night

A moan escapes her parted lips

A moan that longs

His gentle touch

The contours of his chest

And his protective embrace

But he doesn’t come back

All by herself she sits

In that room so empty now

Reminiscing the memories

He left behind

His smell still lingers

And she can feel

The spark of his touch

On her skin

And the words he spoke

All the promises he made

The song that played

The first time their lips met

Every memory he gave her

Brings him back here

But he doesn’t come back

All by herself she sits

In that room so empty now

He is nothing

But a figment of her imagination

Anymore

No more those sleepless nights

From the butterflies that stayed inside of her

No more endless fights

On the matters seemingly arguable

But she craves for one last chance

To make things right

To kiss him one last time

To hold him in her arms

And to know it will all turn out fine

But he doesn’t come back

All by herself she sits

In that room so empty now