Wednesday, February 11, 2015

I remind myself
that this is the same place
that we used to share
but now
I am not so sure.

Without your presence
it feels all wrong
-empty

Returning to a painting
to see the focal point is gone

Reading an old book
to discover the main character
was left out.

A long ago memory
without anyone
to share it with.

But I remind myself
This is where we once
called "home".


No comments:

Post a Comment

Unity

 Each  and every  day we grow older Our wrinkles grow deeper Our hair thins greys and falls out Each  and every  day We grow My heart aches ...