I sit here in the middle of nothing
reaching and reaching for the end
now that you are gone, it has been very long....
Moving images, oblique surroundings dim my senses
tears flow to the scheme of things
nothing will ever be the same
since death took you in its strides...
Your healing embrace and the pose of your mind
your strong will, took no prisoners
our journey as lovers kept me captive
shattered... shuddering, trembling
tears racked my very soul...
My cherished lover, in passion and dreams
as I sit here and listen for the door..
Debbie Brooks
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 5:49 PM UTC
I sit here in the middle of nothing
reaching and reaching for the end
now that you are gone, it has been very long....
Moving images, oblique surroundings dim my senses
tears flow to the scheme of things
nothing will ever be the same
since death took you in its strides...
Your healing embrace and the pose of your mind
your strong will, took no prisoners
our journey as lovers kept me captive
shattered... shuddering, trembling
tears racked my very soul...
My cherished lover, in passion and dreams
as I sit here and listen for the door..
Debbie Brooks
I miss someone ...
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