I guess many of you may identify with this in searching for that lost loved one.
Date and time arranged
I'd meet you at the tree
eagerly waiting for the time
when your face I would see everything would be fine
when I was with you again
hours of missing you over
I would be with you then
Arriving at tree T
I looked around for you
you were not there yet
I waited, my anticipation grew
I stared at your gravestone
reality seeping into my heart
you were not to be found there
we would always be apart
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Christine
Blessings,
Christine
Regis
There are ways of finding them which unfold over time.
I hope they will soon appear in your poetry.
John