The Reality

I miss you most when evening falls

And the night closes in,

Darkness calls.

It is the voice of the lonely

And darker thoughts begin.

I look for meaning

And find only

You.

I look around my room.

You made my life real.

I feel I could walk through the walls;

I could be anywhere, any time

So insubstantial seems my world.

“How long doctor?”

”Perhaps two years.”

“What about a transplant?”

“Unlikely with your record.”

Friends and family are kind and loving

But only I know the cost

Of what I lost.

You.

SHARE THIS ON:

Reading Trail

Stay informed

Join 146 other subscribers.

LATEST ENTRIES