Waiting to Heal

My love, I cry for you but make no sound.
Wherever you ended up, may you feel whole.
A dying heart, what I carry around
Your body is gone but I feel your soul.

It is in the gentle breeze of the wind,
The warm rays of sun that kiss my wet cheek
Memories are what the light rain can send
From these is your comfort that I so seek.

Even though you’re gone and I feel lonely,
My tortured heart will heal with time only.