Photo credit:  Paul Byrne

There is no pleasure in loss:

As I weep—I miss you,

The way you stood by me;

In my flaws—you loved me,

Truthfully I don’t deserve your love

Sometimes I get scared;

In your absence,

void now befriends me;

Some smile, and wish you goodbye:

as if, it was, a Victory,

To loose love that I could not see,

Right next to me: Until rain flows,

Gently and allows me to see,

that grace has shown me mercy!

Empress Journee