Mar 2018
after years of your delicious love
without you I am not alive
my heart worn and battered,
my voice bruised
my eyes hot with tears...
but then you walk softly
through my mind
swollen with memories
and something in me
breathes again
your silence no longer
seems cruel.
without you I am not alive
my heart worn and battered,
my voice bruised
my eyes hot with tears...
but then you walk softly
through my mind
swollen with memories
and something in me
breathes again
your silence no longer
seems cruel.
I've been going through dusty archives of a sort, cleaning/organizing a room that has accumulated a lot, including boxes and boxes of writing. I don't remember this, but I think I must have written it for my sister when she lost her husband.
