10:26 pm
J'ai
When sand leaves with the breeze
I tremble like fluttering butterflies
just in time for spring to haunt my thoughts
I die with each moment
and live with this reaccuring nightmare
of you will never come home again
tears fall
my heart stalls
uneven rhythm keeping me aware
love no longer has a place
between the moments
we use to share
I miss you
Deborah R Shaw
The Silent Stalker
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