I can’t stop thinking about it
Need to rest a little bit
Sitting on a chair listening
Surrounded by a silence too deafening
Looking through mist
All those games that now seem to twist
The trees covering the ground
And some people remain uncrowned
Writing in my journal day and night
I stand on a cliff at a great height
Seeing her walk down a hallway
I keep following her down the walkway
Her hands behind her back and hair tied
Lips smiled but heart cried
She stopped by a shop for a minute
Eyes met mine and pantomimic
She continued walking, passing blocks
It was late as I gazed at the tower clock
Entering a misty place
I saw the flowers she emplaced
Lying beside the grave she kept her tears in
Now there was nothing more left to imagine….
Oct 13, 2020
Oct 13, 2020 at 3:23 AM UTC
I can’t stop thinking about it
Need to rest a little bit
Sitting on a chair listening
Surrounded by a silence too deafening
Looking through mist
All those games that now seem to twist
The trees covering the ground
And some people remain uncrowned
Writing in my journal day and night
I stand on a cliff at a great height
Seeing her walk down a hallway
I keep following her down the walkway
Her hands behind her back and hair tied
Lips smiled but heart cried
She stopped by a shop for a minute
Eyes met mine and pantomimic
She continued walking, passing blocks
It was late as I gazed at the tower clock
Entering a misty place
I saw the flowers she emplaced
Lying beside the grave she kept her tears in
Now there was nothing more left to imagine….
