Just Another Beating Heart

Another flower gone into hiding from the winter breeze
Another sunset gone into the mellow tides underneath my feet

Another feeling of sadness sinking into my depressed soul
Another question in my head; “Where has it all gone?”

You wish the time you have at your hands
Was driven away
By long walks, short calls
Meeting on a date

But you’re all alone
With no one to call your own
No roses, no happy birthdays
No public tea breaks at a cafe

Some call it a longing for romance
But then again: what is romance?

A walk in the park?
Or perhaps on the beach?
My hand in your hand?
Or lovers eyes at gaze across the street?

Put your hand on your beating heart
Tell me what it says
‘Call them’
‘Call them today’