“I” wait to meet you here, where have you gone?
One with “I”, the fracture has cracked me.
My confidence has seeped deep into the sands.
Where are you? We once were one.
My hope, my heart, that “I” too am loved, evaporated.
“I” once worthy.
My gold, never thought “I”, now tarnished.
Discarded, tossed coins overlooked on the floor in the dust.
That first moment we met,
“I”,
Bathed.
Tears of joy.
Vivaldi enraptured, harboured in my arms.
You are gone.
Gone.