I reach for you.
In morning’s light.
The ache inside, that tears my heart, I cannot fight.
The day begins.
As all days must.
Each one the same, I lose again and turn to dust

empty arms.

These tears will dry.
The sun will shine.
I’ll make it thru another day and I’ll be fine.
But now and then.
When someone laughs.
I’ll picture us, when you were mine.
In photographs

Empty arms
But oh these empty arms.