Whisper

Your voice echoes through the passages
emptiness and musty air
yet I feel your presence
in every raindrop against the window pane
in the wind as it strokes the hair from my eyes
I'll give anything to have things differently


bleah.. he's left.. sobz.. guess three weeks ain't that long.. well.. whatever it is.. i'm sad.. though i know i shouldn't be.. can't help myself..