The moments come
ever so brief When your absence washes over me bathing me in heartache Like now, When the lightening rages outside my window And there is no warm body for security I lie here wide awake watching fragments of the storm pass overhead As if viewing our destruction from the inside out My heart beats with terror and awe Until the wind dies and silence becomes the place I've been longing to touch Comments are closed.
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