Old Man
Each rising morning he awakes to another day without her
Feelings of sadness overcome him
Like a garden without pruning
His beard is overgrown and unkept
Every night he lays with her memory
Talking to God about her
I miss her Lord, her smile, her smell, and her heart
Every thought is consumed with a reunion
Kashlyn
Comments2
Thanks Kashlyn.
So poignant and beautiful.
Keep writing
FineB
What a sad write - so touching - a beautiful piece Kash
Thank you sincerely
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