Afterwards, your back turned,
Me spurned.
Your breathing soft,
Me forgot.
Delight is past.
The hours stretch dark and vast.
I pray for the morning to come at last.
Afterwards, your back turned,
Me spurned.
Your breathing soft,
Me forgot.
Delight is past.
The hours stretch dark and vast.
I pray for the morning to come at last.
Wow. That’s really very powerful.
Thank you. I really appreciate your comment. Its great to know you appreciated my poem. Kevin
So much emotion. Short but terrific.
Thank you, Tess. Kevin
You are welcome.