Misty Day
Misty Day
On a misty day, I think of you.
On a misty day, I can almost see you.
Your image I can see, but you are always
alone and lonely.
I think of you just standing there, with your
arms empty and your hands cold - for they
have no one to touch and they have no one
to hold.
I can almost see you with a sad look in your eyes
and I wonder - why? A thought comes to my mind,
that I could run through that mist and be by your
side and that you could hold me, just one more time.
Another thought invades my mind - that it can not
be, that it is not right, because I am not free, but
you will always be here with me, in my mind and in my
thoughts - you will always be.
The mist keeps getting thinner and you slowly start to
fade away. I just keep standing there until you disappear.
Than the misty day is over - for the sun has come out and
taken the mist away...
09/23/2013
Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo
Copyright © Lucilla Carrillo | Year Posted 2013
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