Storyteller.

I lost the sadness Which used to fill this room, And your love - I lost it’s tracks Along with yours. Or have I? I lost the chimes That used to call out Your name in the wind. Or perhaps I stopped Listening to their sweetness. I lost our home Where we grew up Or, rather, got lost On my way back. Willingly, maybe. I lost a country Full of nothing for us Yet here I am, Struck with grief, And it never goes away. How I miss you: You, force of nature - You. The idle days. The returning sadness With callous boldness, The sadness I thought I lost, Brings with it again and again The love you always held for me. You darling boy, I remember you, always, And I see you in my dreams.

Oh sleep, Come at once And take me dreaming, For I dread The closing of light. The quiet Conquers me And I am bound To the night, Lovelorn to the day. I want you To dare Dream with me. I want you to hold me. Here I am.

The sweetness starts With a gentle crackling From my speaker, Every now and again. It cracks just like A vintage record player, Almost exactly the same, And it’s possibly endearing, Definitely distracting me From the sweet melody Of something I love But forgot about. Something cut abruptly, Persistent and patient. Relentlessly passionate: My longing. And for a moment, Every now and again, I forget about How much I miss you.