For you to catch my blackened stare devoid of recollection,
Of what it felt like to be loved and held dear to someone’s heart;
To feel the aching in my soul whenever we’re apart.
But here I stand, abandoned still, with no one’s hand to hold,
Left to wander, aimlessly, these empty, lifeless streets, so cold.
A stray to love, I view myself—lost but still not found;
Waiting patiently until that day when you might come around,
To scoop me up in both your arms and plant me with a kiss;
To fill my heart with joy once more, for that’s what’s been amiss.