Since You Left

Since you left I’m always sad.   Your smell, your touch, your spot on the bed has been replaced with emptiness. What is lost can’t be found, and what can’t be found is our love. You use to call this… Read More ›

Late afternoon

Gloomy Day in Sydney After you left, I’m always sad No matter how sad I am, the sadness is not enough I look for a place to hurt and hide In front of my dark house, in my stopped car,… Read More ›