A Letter Without The Dear

As earth hardens as winter arrives
A grey spillage stains the skies.

As hearts harden when love dies
A dark longing fills our heavy eyes.

As time trawls down its endless path
We wait for the return of the missing half

As pains soften and seep into memory
The tortured captive heart is set free.

by Not Long Left

Comments (3)

More hopeful than lament. Soothing. Reassuring. Very nice. -T. Bell
This is quite astounding. Such beautiful words in eight glorious lines. A delight to read. Thank you, Love Ernestine XXX
This is so very lovely.