Taking my turn
To look through the Scrying Glass
As my given
Time candle burns
Whenever I see
You
I miss you
Like the Sun
Misses the Moon
On a cloudy Sunday
Afternoon
Miss
Your sweet smile
As wide as a country mile
Miss
Your voice
And tender tones
To beguile
.
And as my time candle
Burns
Low
As Jerome
Nods
Waiting his go
In that brief
Nanosecond
We share a linked
Thought
That we all know
As much as the
Living miss
The Dead
We too
Miss those
Tranquil moments
Left for all
Eternity
Unsaid
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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