More Than Anything, Anymore
I was hoping for a sleep, deep and undisturbed.
A thing I longed for quite a bit of time, solid-hearted.
I was longing for your smell, your touch and your gentle tone
Your cloths had a softer touch, a subtle moment , yet undone.
My little girl was painting on a poster board, she was painting with brush
She was drawing window curtains, she was drawing a night sky
And she was drawing a book…
I realized that the book was entitled “The lost watch.”
She puzzled me about a life yesterday,
That still left me pondering, disturbing my long aspiring sleep
I am waiting now, as the eastern sky will have an eternal lamp to shine on.
Sometimes it is only you that is enough to hold on the thread.
More than anything, anymore.
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