When the phone rings each night
since we broke up after the fight
I still yearn for magical “are you fine?”
Sweet nothings we talked, drenching in rain.

I wish I could love
I wish you are with me now.

I go for a walk on a wonderful Sunday
I see couples hand in hand, happy and gay
I feel a vacuum between my stomach and heart
Nothing to fill the void, I am afraid even to start.

I wish I could love
But I really wonder how?

When I see beauty or read a wonderful poem
I compare it to your eyes and the beauty of your name.
I took to art; it’s the best form of expression
No words to explain my pain, there’s no inspiration.

I wish I could love
I’m not sure if I can now.