this is how i think of you.
on quiet days with a smoke...or two,
like trees restling,
clouds rolling on,
and the distant thunder clap...reassuring me of a storm carried within you.
YOU ARE READING
Patience
PoetryYou gave a muse to me, so strong I lost me loving you... Coming back...slowly...writing what I think and am too afraid to believe or possibly see but am ignoring...no longer. 4/5/18-4/9/19 Thank you Papi, beloved. R.I.H. May 4 (😶)
5/28/18- gray skies
this is how i think of you.
on quiet days with a smoke...or two,
like trees restling,
clouds rolling on,
and the distant thunder clap...reassuring me of a storm carried within you.
