Time passes like a wounded bird,
Trying to fly home to its nest.
Each moment without you seems empty,
Like a watering hole without any water.
The taste of your lips, the smell of your skin,
Haunts me as ghost on a dark stormy night.
My heart fills with tumultuous emotions,
Stronger than any summer thunder storm.
I fight not to scream for you at the top of my lungs,
As they fill with the forceful winds of desire.
I try to reach out to touch you in the night
As I lie in the darkness of my room … without you.