A breeze will rush through my hair,
And I feel your hand upon me.
I hear you calling me
In the silence of night, in a crowded room.
I will feel your presence beside me,
Almost see you, knowing if I turn to look.
The place you should be will be empty,
Empty like my soul, longing , pleading for you.
I hear a teens voice, and turn startled,
Hoping beyond hope that it’s you
And the nightmare is over.
You are here and I am well.
My body shakes, I feel sick in side-
You wouldn’t be a teen now.
I should be hearing the voice of a man,
Feel the strong touch of a man.
At night, I lay my head if long curls
On a soft pillow and cry out your name.
Waiting, hoping you will find
a way to break through the walls of time
And come to me, save me, love me.