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(LAST NIGHT WE WERE TALKING ABOUT YOU.
HOW OUR LIVES ARE CHANGED AND WHAT WE MISS MOST ABOUT YOU. WE HAVE THIS CONVERSATION NEARLY EVERY NIGHT. WE COULD SPEAK OR WRITE A THOUSAND WORDS OF YOU. AN EON OF WORDS. IT WOULDN'T BE ENOUGH TO DESCRIBE YOU. HOW WE BOTH FEEL ABOUT YOU. YOU WERE OUR SUNRISE. OUR KNIGHT IN THE DARKNESS. WITHOUT YOU, WE'VE BEEN PLUNGED INTO A SORT OF NEARLY PERMANENT TWILIGHT. WE'RE TRYING TO COMPREHEND WHERE YOU WENT. WHAT ADVENTURES YOU WILL BE ONTO WITHOUT US.) I miss you in the morning when it was just growing light when dawn was just peeking in the sky and your little voice would cast back the dark breaking the yolk of a new day I miss you I miss how you would nuzzle me or coax me almost wide awake and the short journey we would take together to the kitchen where I'd fix your breakfast and then to the balcony window to watch the birds and the distracted people bustling by like herds of gathering buffalo unaware of our pair of all-seeing eyes I miss how you'd chortle your pleasure and surprise at all we'd see and then let me hoist you high into my lap so I could hold your warmth near closer to me you were my little sunrise my reason for rising my joy my simple happiness today I reached for you awoke with a start at our same appointed time expecting you waiting for me your little heart beating in attendance by my bedside but this morning there's silence a chill my tears travel down my nose to the end of my face I let them fall I have lost my way in the small space where you once were what'll I do without you LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS WORK/POEM February 2, 2017 8:44am PST DATE/TIME STAMPED AND FOR THIS COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD AND BY THIS AUTHOR/WRITER MELISSA A HOWELLS February 3.2017 re-edited 3:08 pm PST rewritten in yet another sleet storm, this winter season's third. Vote for this poem |
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