I feel your presence
I feel your breath
Warm and sweet
Upon my neck.
I reach for your arms
Your body most sublime
But empty handed
Here I stand.
I think I have lost my mind
My soul mourns
Wails a tale of sadness
Laughter gone.
Maybe tomorrow
I’ll join you
In the bye, in the already
Long gone.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020