I saw your face
Years ago
Floating ghostly
through the lives of loved ones
not yet lost
completely.
I felt your breath on my neck
As I sat and watched children play
In groups of three or four.
Before I even thought
You could be mine.
I held you closely
Enshrouding myself in your loneliness,
Excluded by their ignorance,
And loved you still.
I welcomed you with open arms
Into my heart
And there it seems you’ll stay,
As the sun sets on another day
Until we finally lay my thoughts to rest in your blistering heart of
emptiness and nothing.
About the Creator
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By Raymond G. Taylor3 days ago in Writers
Comments (1)
It is an interesting perspective and an intriguing sentiment. I wish to ruminate on this for a time. Good stuff!