Free.
Such is that Spirit.
That was the you I loved, Oh
ever so briefly.
I’d always see you smile,
when I did shock you,
       I am Soz,
                  I was always awake.

   Your Spirit’s Kiss,
      Was so Soft,
  And Full of Life.

Now look at you,
 I know only brief moments,
on some days,
 some of your emotion.

Your mind, always,
seems to be stuck in your world.
  Mine stuck in your Spirits.
 Look at the Wind,
 Smell the Leafs,
 Float on the Sea,
   I wish your Spirit would tell me this.

Now I Kiss You,
and it’s even more so distant.
     It feels dead,
      Your Lips,
yet Your Shen,
seeping through some.
 Praye, one day,
You Kiss me, as your Part did once.

Oh, how I Torture Myself,
    I can Never tell You,
a strangers sorrow 13/05/09.