my tears always fall for him
mt heart always aches for him
and it is for him that my soul soars

mondays always have me wishing and longing
someone (the stupid army) has rudely pulled the plug out
darkness wraps her claws around me
and i am confronted once again with an empty space
devoid of the smiles and laughter to which i have grown so accustomed
i miss the familiar warmth and sensitive touch
the emptiness and silence are screaming in my ear