The Crying
The Crying begins
about the Midnight hour
in my so dark and still room,
when on a half empty bed,
I reach
to the other side
only to feel again
the lack of you near me.
The Crying continues
as the cold flat sheets
remind me just how much
I need your warm curves
pressed against me,
so I can love you
and care for you
tonight and every night.
The Crying wails
louder and longer
calling for you to end it,
forbidding me sleep,
tearing at my soul,
taking forever in minutes
each night
around Midnight.
Do you hear the Crying of my soul
across decades of years
and the distance
between
your heart and mine,
please end the Crying
before it drowns me
on this half empty bed.
2010
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