Old man

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



  • FineB

    Thanks Kashlyn.

    So poignant and beautiful.

    Keep writing

  • Michael Edwards

    What a sad write - so touching - a beautiful piece Kash

    • kash

      Thank you sincerely

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