It has been so long since I last wrote but the words seem to be coming back 🙂 

This writer of words is lonely and lost,

Surrounded by chances that have come and gone.

And here he waits longing for you,

When all he sees are the memories long past.

In his own words though he glimpses her

A dazzling light of soul

While the brokenness inside him

Fashions his own version of hell.

In the day he comes to see her

And her hair in the wind

Is the day that he can say,

“My heaven has come”

And he wishes it would stay. 


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