Night

Night is

the hardest time

when I miss my Love

missing conversations

missing his hugs

missing his touch

missing him nearby.

With just the thought

of sleeping alone…

the familiar

burning starts

in my eyes

and tears fall

as I prepare for bed

while I silently

give thanks that

I was so fortunate

to be Loved by Him.

Then I

close my eyes

and let

the darkness

descend to

take me away

to the land

of dreams.

Published by lprslr

Navigating the river of grief while plugging the holes in the boat as I sail along...

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