I miss him
"come fluttering words, come drifting words to me ...."
My heart is as hard as those steps of stone.
Now he has passed and I'm all alone.
Bent to smell the fragrance of the flowers.
Has turned my tears into rain showers.
Death creeped in and took him away.
My colors of love have turned to gray.
Our love,life that we've both shared.
With the hurt my heart should have
He has passed and left me here
and my thoughts will never be clear.
Entered in Constance La France~A Rambling Poet~"what is she thinking"contest.
There is no truth to this poem it's pure fiction.