She Is No Where To Be Found...

As I sit here in my office on a quiet Sunday afternoon, I get a phone call from an old friend from Maui, where I grew up. We talk and reminisce and I try so hard to remember the happy days of my youth. As I hang up the phone, the tears start to roll, and my heart feels like she's been stomped on. My soul is no where to be found. I am alone again. Stuck in a world of emptiness. I don't know who I am anymore. *sigh*
silentwriter180 silentwriter180
46-50, F
Aug 5, 2012