Soft curve within my pillow
sweet scent upon my bed
the dwelling places where my love
once rested form and head
His lines ghost sheets now empty
they haunt me day and night
it matters not how hard I try
forgetting's out of sight 5 comments
Memories flood my being
just lying next to them
my heart beats with their rhythm
and squeezes without him
How to fill what's empty
yet still so full inside?
How to face the future~
turn this lonely tide? 2 comments
I don't have an answer
nothing seems to fit
so step by step I'll stumble on
blindly seeking it
