Each time I think about the times that we have shared together,
Sighs cuddle me just like a mother.
I know that I should reach out to you,
But like the dew, my drops are few.
I think about you and whisper a word of prayer for you,
I wish I could always get I touch,
But wishes do not always grant that much.
When I have the time,
I don't have the means,
When I have the means,
I don't have the time.
I sigh when I remember the tough times we had,
I smile when I remember the good times,
I cry knowing that some of you are gone leaving the memories.
You may think that I don't have you in mind,
I do,
And as words remain spoken,
Your thoughts in my heart is forever unbroken.
- Author: Thebeezybee (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 17th, 2023 04:29
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 13
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