without his comfort
void of true morning air
lacking brilliance, I believe
especially, when he’s not there
wait upon contentment
thrive within the verse
know he’s in the shadows
and life could be so much worse
Tag Archives: Gone
Gone
Thoughts of you return
There isn’t much I can do
Learning to write without you
Praying it isn’t true
Like a feather
My fingers touch
Words have meaning
Lost and grieving
Producing creativity together
Light as a feather
Fragile, too
Say it isn’t true
Does it bother thee
When I think of you
It must
My kiss, it went refused