I breathe your name within a sigh
and hold the kleenex to my weeping eyes
and tuck your photo beneath my head
as I silently bid the passing day goodbye.
And in the morning when I wake
it's your name upon my lips each day
and I drag myself up and out of bed
hoping you somehow hear the things I say
I cast my heart upon the wind of change
hoping that as you start to rearrange
you'll find the thought in your head
is "Ask Poesie to come back and stay."
A.R.M.
05/14/04
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