As the minutes and hours fade,
Into the emptiness of the other,
The warmth of your love wanes,
The power of your presence vanishes
And I miss you right next to me;
As my heart prepares
For lonely sheets,
And countless days in shadows
Of the light that was us;
Knowing that weeks will build
And turn into months,
Longing for what hands can’t touch
And hearts pine for;
Knowing that tears will eventually come,
And flood a fragile soul,
And dark clouds will carry away joy.
The shell that I could become
Lies ready and waiting,
For bittersweet goodbye
© 2014 – V. A. Coote