I reach for you but you're not there
grabbing at straws; clutching thin air
perhaps I imagined, thought you were real
another dream that is congealed
the dawn is bleak, the raindrops fall
another storm as I recall
making it through the long hard day
dreamless nights, I'm held at bay
what was it like, before the gloom?
with beautiful flowers in full bloom
another day, a long lost time
when I was your and you were mine
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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