It's you I see

In the busy streets, there's always a face like you

I find no way to rest my eyes for it searches the group 

Hoping to find you among them on the busy streets

A smile I meet torturing brutally my heart

For memories of your curved lips, I see on those smiles

No rest I find on my walks each morning for it's always you I think of

It's Christmas time and the pain gets stronger

My desire to share my passion for writing with you is now but just a memory of long ago

Where we collaborate on events we each faced in life in lines inked

But today is different the atmosphere is moody blues

Where in space I search the sky to read your mind 

But only find you in my mind with no inked lines to add onto