Poetic License...

Mrs. Adams

My dearest friend,
How I miss you.
I long to be with you,
to hear your voice whisper,
to feel your hand on mine.

I think about you everyday.
Mourning… noon and night.
When will you come
back? To waiting, no more.
I can no longer bear the burden.

Your laugh, music.
Your heart, tender.
Your thoughts, great.
Your eyes, brilliant.
Your love, mine.

You’re worth the wait...

1 comment:

Alli Hibb said...

mourning...noon and night.