January 23, 2012

Wilderness


How many times do I touch the side of my pillow, and expect you to be there? 
How many times do I open the door, and wait to see your face looking back?
How many times do I search for my shoes, and try to hear your footsteps?
How many times do I look in the mirror, and want you to wipe away my tears?
How many times do I walk through the house, and listen for your voice to call?  
“Over here”.

I walk through the streets
when darkness falls

I had lost what was mine
then darkness calls



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