I wanted to write you a poem,
but nothing is left in my heart -
no hate is burning within me
and the love has faded to ash.
But there is still a heaviness in me
when I think of your touch in the dark,
of the kisses that you didn’t give me
and of the passion that threw us apart.
I missed you when I didn’t have you,
I still miss you once in a while…
Will I ever get over the want
in your piercing steel eyes?