You were there.
I saw you in my dreams.
Cold is where the heat was.
You are out of reach by the fingertips.
A tip of the tongue is where I say your name.
You disappeared.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
You were there.
I saw you in my dreams.
Cold is where the heat was.
You are out of reach by the fingertips.
A tip of the tongue is where I say your name.
You disappeared.
Lovely treatment of grief. I especially like « cold is where the heat was. »