Without You


Bright is the morning

As dusty snow swallows the peaks

The wind itself is bitter cold

And I am alone

Dark is the room

Where leaves blow in

And cobwebs hold up the walls

Empty but for me

Steam rises slowly

And the tea leaves dance

Carefree like we once were

Before that day

Rain fell hard

On that field of stone

My heart bitter and empty

When you left

Since you died

Each day past

Is harder than the last

Without you

Image by Efes Kitap from Pixabay

Author: jongraylang

Novel Writer, Screenwriter, Filmmaker & occasionally an Actor. Handy with a Sword, Ukulele, and Skis. Author of Nun With a Gun: The Town with No Name, The Matilda, Twistin' Matilda, Black Matilda, and Secret Matilda. Writer of the upcoming Sci-Fi sequel, Waltzing Matilda.

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