In the quietness of the afternoon...
the day - is rain and clouds.
...a dying soul
inside a body - 'alive'
with fears and doubts.
As I think back to our times together...
I can see your 'smile' again.
How much longer before, I can learn to trust
what has this done, to my perception?

For you were every idea I've ever held
of what a man should be.
My every projection of what I thought
to be ever so giving, and worthy.

...And now Iam 'slapped' (with what happened).
You don't seem, to want to let go.
As you torment my world
both night and day...
Your voice in my dreams
- like an echo.....