He was alluring,

He was mysterious.

And his laugh was like music to my ears.

There was not a day that went by

without me

admiring his smile,

his voice,

his confidence,

his fingers as they graced the violin.

I was powerless. Under a spell. 

So enchanting, yet so insane.                                          

He had my heart in his hand and my head on a platter. 

Then I watched him sail: far, far away. 

I tried to open my mouth, my lips frozen and my soul in pain.

Finally, he was gone and my heart went with him.

He squeezed tighter and tighter; now I am nothing but a shell of a person.

And he is nothing but a whisper of a name.