I hear your whisper in the wind,
feel your fingertips in rain.
You said I was a strong one,
but I'm going insane.
I'm no longer a woman,
but an empty hollow shell.
Every day I spend without you
is it's own living hell.
I sit at the desk and cry now
as I stare at the phone.
I long to hear your voice,
so I'm not all alone.
