By Pete Sloman <pete.sloman@bristol.ac.uk>
Date: 18 August 1997

Regret

Alone. 
Without her. 
How can I put into words,
What I'm feeling inside? 

It's like half of me is missing. 

I spend the day with the feeling that
something is wrong. 

And I know it's because I am, 

Alone. 

Without her. 

I reach for her in the night,
I long to hold her in my arms,
To have the scent of her fill my nostrils,
To run my hands thought her hair,
To gently caress her skin with my fingertips,
To lose myself in her eyes. 

But I cannot, because I am, 

Alone. 

Without her.