Loneliness embraces me now that you are gone and my life is a meaningless maze. Coldness and hardness replaced your sweet pseudo love. I can not believe that I will never again hold your hand; nor kiss your lips. Your soft voice still whispers love to me at night; but you are silent and invisible when I wake. You never desert me in my dreams. Will you ever be there once more in reality? Or am I doomed to this eternal void without you? Dear mistress of my heart and cruel heart breaker, pretend that you still care, as you once used to. (Remembering being bored with a broken heart for this contest) Jack Horne