I don’t want to mourn
in this place,
because this has always been
a place of joy.
Even the walls
are held up with the whispers
of your voice in my ear
on sunny mornings.
Now the halls
are stuck with rows of daggers
and there’s no comfort
under this ceiling.
It’s time to go
on,
to another place,
so I can go on being.
If I stay here;
Lord, I know I will
become one with the walls.
For I see your face,
and I hear your voice,
only here,
and nowhere else at all.
So, I am moving on,
and I will miss you.
I just can’t do it, here.
One day,
I’ll come home
and I’ll be with you.
Until then;
adieu,
my Dear.
HG – 2020
Made me think of a loved one I miss dearly! The simplicity and sentiment behind those lines really touched my heart! 🌺
Thank you.