Wandering Wanderer

She's out there somewhere.

Searching for that missing piece,
Wherever she may be.
Do you hear me calling?

Left to wander this broken road alone,
Haunting my every thought.
Do you see me dreaming?

Time stains both our bloodied hands,
For better or for worse.
Do you feel me next to you?

Author's Note

Kind of in a sad spell, so I came up with this.