A corner for the lonely
What a joy it is to watch you sleep.
Your soul seems to be in your silence, as you’re cuddled in the sheet.
I am a privileged witness, to the calmness that you breathe.
I touch your face and feel the warmth I hold in my heart.
I love the rawness of you.
The way you move is a sight to behold.
You’re as natural as the steadfast evergreen.
You speak with air of gentleness and vibrant flair.
Your smile lights my world.
You sit through my dark world. You linger like the angel I once thought of, the one I could only imagine. You flew away like dusts that almost blinded me.
Now you’re here, blinding me once more with your light. But I’m not leaving. Darkness is. I can finally see you when it’s gone.
The smell of the summer rain haunts me like the days we spent on bright mornings and lazy afternoons.
I ponder on your mind, the way you dazzle me with your thoughts – -the depth, the words that linger till I sleep.
The pattering on the roof is as constant as your voice – yours sweetly uttered of…
Sadness visits me like an uninvited friend. She sits down beside me, watches me stare blankly then cheers me to go on — -in my state of loss, of silent agony.
She knows my home — the door, the window. She has keys to my room. She lies down as if she owns my space. She comes at the unholiest hour to wake me up in tears.
