31. Hard to face the truth

He's from a different time

From a place far beyond my dreams

I can feel his presence in the rain

Hear his voice a-calling me

On the wings of a breeze.

I want to move to the rhythm of his body

Feel his beating pulse against my hand

I want to scream from the hilltops

So that the world could understand.

But he feels like a mere illusion

A silly little made-up fantasy

And to face the bitter truth

Puts my heart in agony.

But somewhere in the darkness

He drained my soul

He made me weak

As he whispered his goodbye

And braced long strong fingers

Gently across my cheek.