I walk for miles

An endless search

I see a tree,

A branch, I perch

Then browse the landscape

For my lost love

But see nothing below

And nothing above

Another sense

On which to rely

Brings a tiny bit of hope

And a tear to my eye

I hear your voice

But can't touch your cheek

I've been lost for

A lonely week

I know your arms

Would guide me home

But they've been amputated

This emptiness, I roam