As old as I am, I feel I am sixteen,
Feeling the pain of a teenager
who has lost her first love.
Your presence I feel everywhere,
Your words, instructing me,
in dealing with this piece of technology,
ring in my ears, when I log on,
The hurt comes just like storms do.
My life stretches like a river,
winding this way, and that, yet knowing no solace.
Where do I end, When will it be,
When will I fall into the depths of that ocean
The feeling will be blissful,
No more pain, no more yearning....
Gentle breezes of a beautiful night
touch my face.. I smell the air
wondering if I would feel your warmth in it.