Comments about Mel Mack
Awaiting by the window my love you know the picture window
the rain drizzles down; I trace them with my finger tips
I lose the touch when the dropp becomes a line
I trace the dropp and how I wish it were your lips
I used to do that, you remember
How I'd try to memorize your face
The perfect outline is in my mind, but it is not you
it is just what I've once traced
I miss you my dear why did you have to go?
It breaks my heart being so far apart
I wonder a lot if you think about me
Do you think about me?
Have you too found reminders of me?
Like the ...