As I sit in the place on the couch
where you last sat when you lived here,
I call to mind, a flood of memories
of moments with you. There is a place
in my heart, where you will surely
always live. Your beauty, your touch,
your love, these things linger...
they linger in my wounded heart,
and in my wounded memories. Fear pervades
in most every thought, as I wonder,
as I wonder if I dare wonder, if perhaps
we might be one day rejoined. As I sit
in the place on the couch where
you last sat when you were here, a tear
streams down my fallen face. My heart
is still broken. I lost the courage
to love you. Though your beauty
still lingers in my mind, and your
love still lingers in my heart, that
heart, my heart, that beats for us,
is afraid. Only a miracle will restore
my hope for a life with you. Only God's
grace will restore my faith.