Wednesday, August 17, 2011

I Spy

For all the women I've loved and lost... not just romantically, but the friends and family too. For those whose lives simply took another direction and for those too whose lives are no longer lived in this world.

I spy, through the tears that I’ve cried,
Something beginning with ‘end.’
Like goodbyes to a friend
I just wish I’d held tight
And the sunset that marks
The start of the night
And the end of the day
And the end of the way
That we were.

I miss her.

And I spy, through the darkest of nights
A glimmer of hope that it might be alright.
That the pain will diminish,
That nothing is finished
And perhaps,
That it’s all just begun.

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