Missing Him Is Hard.
He Lingers Quietly In All The Corners Of My Mind,
Poised To Strike At My Weakest Hour.
Sometimes It’s Easy To Forget,
More Often I Remember.
His Reflection In A Pool Of My Tears
Promises My Surrender To Heartache.
I Miss Him From The Very Depths Of My Soul.
He Was To Me Like Rain To A Garden,
Like Heaven To The Stars.
Now, Abandoned In My Sorrow,
I’m Left To Ponder What Cruel Force
Carried Him To Me,
Then Whisked Him Away
Like He Was Never There…..
Perhaps He Never Was.