I look at the yellowed paper
Filled with meaningless squiggles…
If words could wage wars,
Restore peace,
Why do mine always fall short
When I want to profess my undying love???
Wasn’t so long in the past
When the music played;
Now the gramophone sings
But I can no longer hear...
I sway my arms blindly
Twirling myself in your invisble hands
For an unwritten melody.
Why did you leave?
Why did I let go?
Questions abound but answers?
I am here, will always be
With my broken gramophone
And my yellowed paper…
I am here…but you?