Nov 2015
The leaves have fallen
And the wind bites my face.
Weakening ,as though by body knows
how much of me was taken with you.
An empty vessel that was once filled with your love,
My heart breaks with every inhalation.
I search for your eyes on every face,
your smile in every dream.
Seeking the sky for comfort,
I know the brightest star shines down on me.
And the wind bites my face.
Weakening ,as though by body knows
how much of me was taken with you.
An empty vessel that was once filled with your love,
My heart breaks with every inhalation.
I search for your eyes on every face,
your smile in every dream.
Seeking the sky for comfort,
I know the brightest star shines down on me.
This one has taken me two years to even look at after I wrote it. It means a lot to me and was written about 2 months after my father passed away.
