I stand alone inside... this quietly empty space…
I cannot help but think… how I hope to see your face…
Once we stood side by side… our hands touched, our hips met…
Now, I’m here and you’re beyond… cold and trying to forget…
I press my face against the glass… the ice, it steals and keeps my breath…
Every time you turn away… it becomes another silent death…
The strength I will find it… as I grip the window sill…
I know, you loved me once… and I know, I love you still…
Standing here alone … silent in this empty place…
I cannot help myself… when I cannot see your face…
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Words and Photography by Cicely Robin Laing © 2011 All Rights Reserved.
Great work! Wonderful words…
Love it.
Wonderful words..