0263 Without [28 May 1999]

I am happy,
but I am not happy.
I have come into my own,
yet still am I alone.

Still I sleep by myself,
no strong arms to hold me.
No soft voice
to whisper to me.

I look around me,
I look behind me,
no one is there
to comfort me.

Lost am I,
without him to love,
without his arms,
without him.

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