Love letters no longer enough
to fill this void of your absence
calls gradually less frequent;
gone are the talks of plans,
filled with dreams
to be fulfilled one day
yet
I wait still, years have passed
since your promise.
it’s lonely out here on this limb;
that’s beginning to weaken
your love keeps me there; alone
and unsure,
still
I
wait
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Regis
This is the blood that flows through poetry. The ability to soldier on after all hope is gone. You've captured that feeling very well.
Peace,
B