This is for you.

I write this for you, But know that you might never see. For only the brightest metaphor could have divulged... (My mind has become stubborn, these last few years. I’ll have to say it simply.) My heart is empty without you. So please indulge these clumsy words, as I string them together. In your absence I still think of you. And in all these scenes that I participate... (You know the ones with the bankers, shopkeepers and so on.) I sometimes catch a glimpse of you. And every day I still think of you. And hope that things have turned out, as they where meant to be. That fate (Even though I don’t trust that fellow.) will somehow fix this. So that I will no longer be without... ‘my love’ (As you would have said to me.)