Its early morning as I lie in bed
I listen to the rain . . .
And I know that life is not the same –
These endless thoughts pound my head!
Then I remember the other day:
We stopped and visited for a while –
O the tenderness of your smile –
I heard every word you had to say!
As you were talking I noticed your eyes
They were filled with mystery –
And I could feel your uncertainty,
But in this silence I heard your cries!
I saw your loneliness little flower,
And yes, time waits not on the hour.
Epaphroditus© May 4, 2024
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