Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Friday, May 12, 2017

..as lovers do.

It was a solemn type of day
as I walked thru misty rain,
a mix of blue skies teased
with various shades of gray.

An emptiness from inside
tugs at this heart of mine,
reminds me of our love
that caught me by surprise.

Always thinking about you
in the way that lovers do,
I feel a wave of sorrow
as I sit here missing you.

Reaching for your hand,
looking for your heart,
wanting you to want me
the way that I want you.


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