When will I see her again?byfeverman©
Just a little sonnet about missing someone special...
Another sleepless night missing my love.
Sunrise, exhausted mind, replete with her.
First light, mournful calls of a mourning dove.
I miss her so. Feet wet with tears and dew,
restless, I climb the hill to look again,
hoping for the sight of her returning,
but hope is vain and time no more a friend.
I am undone, half whole, searching, wanting.
This chill is to the bone. I’m so empty.
I try to warm my heart with what we had...
her love, her joy, days and nights of plenty
but, clouds of doubt are creeping in my head
Oh love, please find your way to me again!
What can I do to ease this pain 'til then?