Even though we're apart, the vibrations are felt

And when you call, yet again, I start to melt ...

I don't know when or if you'll ever come back

I suspect the deck against it's far too stack'd ...



In another three months it'll be three long years ...

Time spent searching, but finding only a few tears

As the lone man you've made me became so even more

And the love in my heart cries out to land on the shore



I share only thoughts with you, and never any touch

For the love we have - you then turned into a real mush

My heart cries out for all of the pieces to fit it together ...

But the jigsaw box had a hole, and so now, we're untethered



- Tristram



(c) Christopher W. Thomas

4:14pm Friday, Sept. 11th, 1998