where shadows definitely don't dance,
I feel the absence of her like a silent dream.
In every corner of this town,
the world's a faded show.
The city to my back,
for some reason my heart's lone beat,
echoes loudly.
From the Palisades to the Hudson,
I yearn for her more than I have in a long while.
In this place's embrace,
I wander, lost and alone,
her long absence a melody of its own.
When I see she has not
checked this blog, I fear the worst.
I never want to Google her name
and get an obituary
before mine.