She is not there
it will be a long and lonely night
looking within-
pain heartache
loneliness,
and tomorrow?
What of tomorrow…
and the next day
and the next…
how long will I endure?
I see now why flowers wilt
leaves fall and crumble
things die.
Do I want a bright tomorrow
without her?
Not today.
I’ll take the heartache.
I will die…
wilt, crumble.
If she finds me,
will she pick me up?
resurrect my life?
is she gone?

my precious grandaughter!

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Awww...poor Poet...this is a sad one, Wayne...I'm sorry you were feelin' blue...Cheer up, Poet...they'll be back soon, wherever they went...
Wanda




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