|i flex my fingers to start the flow,|
but they appeared to be numb.
again, i bring the pen to the paper,
but the words wont come.
closing my eyes, i concentrate,
and i did try to fill the void,
with all the things that together,
you and i enjoyed.
i long to hold you back again,
if only for a moment or two.
but i wonder would that be enough?
or just prolong the sorrow i'm going through.
if only i could transfrom these memories into verse,
my sorrow will cease.
i would prove to the world,
that true happiness really exists..