Until...
March 7, 2015
Haven't had the desire to write in days.
My motivation has laid down to rest in a dark forest.
Bringing sad tear drops washing away my inked pen.
My hand trembles with a aching throb of lost words.
My mind is empty without your smile.
My arms are weak and cold without you to hold me
My lips are sealed with speechless
Kisses
You are the heart I know
You are the beauty I need
Slipping away
Fading
You decided it was time
The decision to move to the sky
Alone
I stand waiting
Weeping
But I know you must go
I shall miss and love you
Always
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
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