I miss you
And I know we call every night
But a call isn’t the same as being in someone’s presence
And I miss your warm presence that could keep the morning chill at bay
A poem
I don’t mean to move too fast
The world spins on its axis of sorrow,headlines screaming disaster and despair.But here, in this…
Free-Verse
I look at the raindrops falling in motionThrough my tainted glass window.