Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Hey I Miss You!

The clock is ticking. . .
Each stroke a year of yearning
Each breath
Each slow lift in my breast
Is a lifetime without you

Of wishing I was hearing
you sweetly greeting your pet
Of longing to be laying
cradling you against my chest

The radio is playing. . .
Each song I sink a mile
Each note
Each weary, tired tone
Sparks a memory of you

Of laughs and walks and concerts
the music melding us into one
Now I dance with ghosts and shadows
each gently fading like the sun