The Girl By The River

If I close my eyes can you see me? If I stand there motionless can you feel me? I feel nothing, nothing, nothing of what's hope, deprived,  longing, thriving. The thing is that I really miss you, standing there with an  outstretched hand I feel nothing but the mystic air as I try to reach for a hand that is not there. Reach, reach, reaching out to touch your hand once more, your memorable touch a thing I used to lust a comfort to me now in the cold, dark rain where I stand there hand outstretched towards what would be you, waiting, waiting, waiting for you.