Strolling along the cold and damp pavement
My feelings wept into black water puddles
There in the lowest of dark places I fell
The gravity of your absence weighed the most
And I the meek fragility of flesh and bone
Shivers in the night underneath the moon
I grow heavy with sorrow and pain
A dull ache in my heart that seldom subsides
Will you come home and bless my body
Overflowing with affection and soft kisses?
Dispel this darkness and its dreadful cold
So I may feel the warmth of your sun.
Copyright © 2021 Charles Edward York
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