sweet lingering presence
in the darkness of the void I hear your words
echoed in the empty walls of longing
I reach for you in the mists of time
you are not there
yet you are
a lingering presence of what might have been
a tear-drop burns a trail of loss and pain
so close, so close yet walls too high
left me with a longing for a touch
you are not there yet you are
a lingering presence of what might have been
moral superiority strikes at life’s passion
robs the romance from the soul
leaves a longing never fulfilled
you are not there
yet you are
a lingering presence of what might have been
An emotional write--powerfully expressed. Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(
We can always feel the presence of those we care about and love. Whether they are physically with us or not.
A touching and tender write from your heart.
Lisa
God bless, Felix.
Sandie.
Allen
love Tinka