Missing you

On long cold rain swept nights I miss you

In this empty broken home I remember,

All the laughter and all the pain that we want through

I sit with these memories driving me insane,

And they say it gets easier each day

But that’s not true,

Because when you light flickered out my love remained with you

And now I am sitting hear crying over everything we shared,

Those days where we showed each other we cared

And now that is all gone,

Along with everything about you,

Except the memories that I desperately hold on to,

Now on long cold rain swept nights I miss you,

More than any other time,

Looking out at the stars searching for proof

That you made it there and your light you now share with all,

Across the universe of time and space

Adding to it your beauty and your grace,

Is it any wonder I am sitting here crying over missing you.

Published by fauxcroft

spiritually aware and compassionate. Experiencing being human through my conscious reality in an illusory world.

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