(each day)


Each morning begins the same. Quiet.

How the heart wrenches.

I breathe, eyes closed, yet still your voice lingers.

How I long to be realized. How I long for continuation.

Each afternoon I take a step. Softly.

How the mind wanders.

Each evening I think of what today should have, could have, may have been.

I inhale, slowly. My eyes, awash. I end the evening without.

How I wish for your peace. How I crave your comfort.

(How I listen for your footsteps.)


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