The Yearning Time
by Brian Francis
I’ve tried to be all you need, with all my heart, in every way.
Yet, as you lay in sleeps embrace, I hear you calling out his name
Wet pillow mornings became my norm; watching as you slipped away.
A lost lonely wandering assails my soul, most every day, most every day
I’ll leave you here to yearn for him to think of him, as I do you
Drifting lost within your gale I’ll fade to the nothingness of our bond.
Once like a pair of doves in love, we’d cooed when we were just us two
But when the third came whispering it sang of how our love was through.
I saw you out with the girls when I was gone and no longer your concern
Your smile still gives me life, like an amaryllis in the closet, I am denied its light
Unable to stay so near, I hid in my car and cried until my eyes could only burn
Wet pillow mornings still puddle my days as for your loss I yearn, I yearn, I yearn
Posted on 01/22/2022
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