Don't summon my tears at will

Don't summon my tears at will
As if drawing from an endless source.
I don't even know if in your heart
You feel the slightest remorse...
Invincible, you are at this skill,
Why this strange ‘Phantom’ force?
I am my own, my own, alone
Yet on your cue, I’m all yours.

Missing something...

The long ride home

A melody unknown

Moments alone

Sweep me into our past again

Evenings cold, melancholy

Desire a stroll along memory

Impossible flights of fantasy

Still conjure in my mind, in vain

Sensation of a lost touch lingers

Your warm hand squeezing these fingers

Of a 'return', is this a harbinger?

The 'last' pleasure or lasting pain?