Photo credit: Juno Jo
……………………………My comfort meal,
shows on my stomach, on my thigh;
Void of false dream lingers, as I wipe my eyes;
tear drops, tell tales:
I miss Him.
I miss Him.
“Is that true?”
Or maybe it’s’ the magic, you left in my heart;
The long years—waiting, since we had part:
I close my eyes and reminisce,
The moments of joy—we’d shared;
I whisper:
Hold me.
Show me.
Tell me you love me,
Be true and that’s no lie!
Empress Journee
