If you are here

I was a fool to think it will all be alright
The light at the end of the tunnel I thought was still bright

And as I quested to look for what was gone
I found myself alone in the desert forlorn

The spring that nurtured and blossomed our passion
was followed by arid winter to dry us off of our adoration

The air is dry and scentless without your presence
and yet sometimes this breeze brings me your ethereal essence

Like that breeze you are long gone... leaving me here
And still the memories of your smell wonders me if you are here.