I lie in the darkness,
And tears fill my eyes
A search for love – my heart cries!
It seems I have been here before,
As her spirit fills the night,
And her silhouette comes in sight
Then sweet whispers knock at my door.
So I ask, “What is at play?”
Then I heard her say:
Whatever you need I’m always here!
Then the room becomes cold,
Remembering she died long ago,
Why these memories – I need to know!
Tear stained eyes of a broken soul.
Epaphroditus© December 4, 2023
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