As I sit here in this clinic on Omega Nine

I recall our years together on the Enterprise

When my thoughts were yours and yours were mine

I still grieve over our relationship’s demise

How we evolved, how we opened barricaded doors

My heart’s door remains open and my love still pours

Is Gol helping you dam off the flow from your heart?

Is your soul as dry and barren as Vulcan sands?

Do you feel nothing after the day we drifted apart?

Is there someone else’s thoughts retrieved through your hands?

Are your feelings safely encased back in their tomb?

Mine are still nurtured in the confines of my heart’s womb.

My heart has been hurt before and it will be again

It is like a weathered, tanned and tough old bag

Stitched up and becoming less affected by the pain

It can clean up real nice with my cynical rag

A heart well worn, but it can stand the expanding swell

Of the feelings that for you that it desires to tell

My life is not the same, it is forever different

There is a void, a dark emptiness inside

There is no balm to soothe, no numbing ointment

Like an infarction to the heart, part of me has died

This feeling is familiar to me, it happened so many years ago

But you had filled that space and the light began to grow

I have grown a thick beard, it helps me to conceal

My expressions, my pain and my illogical human traits

It acts as a mask in case I, by mistake, reveal

That I still love you, hopeful for whatever waits

That you might visit that thick encapsulated memory