An excerpt from the upcoming poem from my poet friend….
I’m staring at the ceiling and its late in the night;
Wishing you’ll come back, but that seems nowhere in sight.
I’m tossing and turning and I am dreaming of you;
I dreamt you’d be back, and how I wish dreams come true.
I wake up to find me alone and a tear starts to roll…
I’m weeping quietly with the pillow that I hold…
Every single day I pray for you, my love;
The first time….
……more coming soon!
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