Gone
as my sight darkens and wits fade
I find solace in surviving the day
before sheep are counted and my mind runs wild
after a long day of misery I finally crack a smile
the sweetest sound elegantly graces my ear
hundreds of miles away but she feels right here
we muse and reminisce about what went wrong
I whisper I miss you but she’s already gone
Copyright © Ezekiel Walker | Year Posted 2017
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