I am without her and
seemingly uninspired in these
withering times, escaping through
     all my falsehoods
I remain in my quiet shadows.

    Hiding away from all that
      is seen and smothered
   in my wanton dreams of her
   kisses and being with her.

   Not to die in my depression
  but to listen to my inner voice
       of strength and truth
I wait for her to hold me again.

Tucked away inside a strength
      secure in this world of
whispering dreams I turn away
       from all the fears held
         captive free of will
finding my peace in memories
                    of her.
                                                            ­                              Jon York     2021