Sometimes

Sometimes I struggle to breathe on my own;

my lungs, they scream silent your name.

Sometimes I see your face when I'm alone,

In a crowd it is often the same. 

Sometimes a bar of some song that I hear

can send my thoughts flying to you,

Sometimes I think you can feel my heart beat

But my darling, I know it's not true. 

Sometimes my arms ache for you in their grasp,

To feel like they're doing their part,

Sometimes I know that my fate has been sealed:

To live with an incomplete heart.