Where Have You Gone?

What went wrong? What went right?

Is it too late to ask?

I can't change the way you feel, but I can
find strength in the depth of my heart.

My soul cries, and asks: "Where have you gone?"

Why don't the doves come by my window anymore?

Why doesn't the sun shine as it did before when you were in this world?

So as not to live alone, I hang on to something that was never mine. It did not belong to me.

I rolled the dice to predict my future, but in the end all that I found was my broken self,
shattered into thousand pieces.

Memories of us hang in my mind like pictures in black and white hang on my wall.

Don't hide - I see you there by the hive drinking the honey with so much pride.

Until we meet again, we'll see each other in our secret place. Where have you gone?

* Laura Martinez *
©2005