
At the End of the Rainbow
Jul 24, 2017 · 1 min read
The end of the rainbow came suddenly,
and there was no pot of gold of you.
No wonderfully strong biceps
or big, inviting chest
for me to kiss over and over
and over again.
The chest I want to
hold me so tightly,
to keep me warm,
to lay my head upon.
And no deep voice
that can bring me to my knees
with just one word.
The voice I want to hear everyday,
every night, every second.
No, there is no pot of gold of you
at the end of my rainbow.

