My Sorrow
like an old pair of
jeans easy to slip into once in & zipped
it is like being in
a dark room familiar yet uncomfortable
the night couples
with other nights no real difference like a long lonely journey
nothing to distract
my mind as it travels the rails memories flood back
everything
sharp nothing fuzzy you slip your hand into mine
we hold on not
knowing what to expect our tears collect on the bed
you tell me through
tears you want to go home i stumble in response
i spoke with your
then & and i continue to talk with you i wonder
where are you can
you hear me it this the way it is supposed to be
April 20, 2015
2 comments:
I wish I could answer all your questions...but just know, yes, he can hear you, if you talk.....~ it's helpful to organize the thoughts and let them their own time...~ my love and peace to you xx
Poor young man, wanting to go home. How heartbreaking a moment. I do think he has made his home in your heart, now, and is close by.
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