The Writers' Circle

Looking forward now, once more, instead of looking back
though I never will forget you, no way that I could do that
but just starting to imagine, perhaps I could love again
fan that little spark of warmth, there, deep within the pain

for without you life is empty, its so lonely, cold and bleak
I look around, an empty space, no answer when I speak
I need to have someone to share, to be with me at night
someone to bring my smile back, to dissipate my fright

this is going to be difficult, you will understand just why
although I'll always love you dearly, left alone I can't get by
you are always there, inside me, but I miss your touch the most
without tactile assurances, I am so confused and lost

I think that I have found someone, can feel my heart expand
at the soft sound of a footfall, feeling warmth beneath my hand
feeling so much more complete again, without that aching space
as if something that was missing has slipped quietly into place

you are still there, but so is she, it's strange, but it seems true
where once I had no comforter, somehow I now have two
the comfort of our memories calm me in so many ways
the comfort of her touch gets me through the darkest days

my future is so bright I clearly see the way ahead
one friend to stand beside me, one always there, inside my head
together we are so complete, each with our distinctive touch 
I feared you'd have to share my love but there just seems twice as much