Longing
As the most wonderful time of the year is approaching,
loved ones hold tight to each other with hope.
However there are those who are something like broken,
who knew how it felt before but forgot to take note.
All they remember is warmth like a fire
whose lips once embraced their cheek.
But after a while they seemed to get tired,
their feelings began to feel bleak.
If only they'd realized this feeling was grand,
they might have stopped walking away from that love.
But their hope, their life was built atop sand,
a foundation they would find just wasn't enough.
Copyright © Isaac Heintzelman | Year Posted 2024
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