Sana

Despite all the activities surrounding him, his heart remains empty.
Longing for the touch that has long been inside him.
His soul less eyes, always looking behind his shoulders,wondring if the soft tap, or the silent whispers will ever be his again.
Missing the lovely husky voice in the wee hours of the morning, half asleep, half dreaming
"come back?.." as he call out
Why has he been this way since....?
As much as he tries, the feeling keeps coming back stronger
He is at lost, but at the same time more determined.
His recourse is one of a prayer.
Sana