Now then my breath will shudder,

As if a cold winds blown through the hole in my chest.

My heart has left me, I know not  why,

a tin man left with no tears to cry.

A vision of you, a reminder to me

when you left you took everything planed to be.

Flashes of happiness in a pan full of pain,

I need my love back for my life to sustain.

Though dark it may be the lite will,

return just not in the shape of the one that I yearn

the hole in my chest will fill back up with love and the hand of another will fit like a glove.