Gone

The day has come and gone without a glimpse of you,

No sight of your smile, nor scent of your sweet perfume.

All that remains is your quickly fading warmth.

 

Your Love

 

I  was silence and shade until I met you,

Wisps of smoke and air until you looked my way.

It was your love that made me whole.

PTSD

When you hold the pain in, I also feel the pressure.

Those sleepless nights of yours were not suffered alone.

Longing

 

 

That sound I hear, the one that keeps me up at night,

Is it my heartbeat or the sound of you walking away?