Have I told you?
How much I miss you
When I look for you
Beyond the horizon
And you’re not there
Time passes so quickly
And yet time stands still
As I hold onto your
Last words to me
I remember
You spoke of a hot summers
Night in Spain
Beneath a maroon sky
Pierced through with shining stars
Amongst the long cool grass
You sought rest
You drifted in and out of slumber
And as you slept
I wished I had been there
To be with you
To be near you, quietly
Just to hear you breathe…
Prose - Dianne Dawes ... ♥
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