The ache of missing you is ever-present
It smolders like an ember in my heart
I feel I have become a dandelion,
As if one wish could scatter me apart.
I miss you like the burning of my lungs,
Deprived of breath and yearning to inhale.
I miss you like the tide would miss the moon,
Like my red-headed skin would miss its pale.
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D'Shan Berry
I love words. I love art. I love Jesus.
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the dandelion image is so powerful! lovely poem