I hear a moaning in the breeze
And search for answers in the clouds
As I drift among the tallest trees
Or wander lone in busy crowds.
Words and laughter, time is swirled
And people seem so far away.
I live in my quiet world
And in a dream I pass the day.
If I should wake, the agony
Will return and rip my heart.
There is no other remedy.
In my dream we're not apart.
I dream until I fade away.
Must I live another day?
Sarah L. Johnsen
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/without-you-3/
