Roaming through life.
Like sunlight through trees.
Coffee in the morning.
Off to work.
The routine.
Love I seek. 
My heart, open.
Searching constantly.
Will it be found?
Will my search end?
It hurts you know.
You gone.
You run through the trees.
What did I do?
I need your heart.
You knew this.
Was it too much? 
I'm sorry. 
The sunlight still shines.
Through the trees.