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
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
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