Love is sometimes lost in translation

Alone I wander, searching for something lost

A myriad conversations ago.

Frantically I search through oceans, through frost.

 I search for tomorrow and tomorrow.

I think you'd aid me if only you knew.

The sorrow and soft somber fear I've gained

From your sad flight. I cried, laughed, withdrew.

I miss your laugh, delicate touch, soft eyes.

I miss being held and cherished and safe.

You left unknowingly, quiet demise.

I wish you hadn't left me in your wake.

One day we will dance extravagantly

Through our dreams, quietly, passionately,

In love.