The day you will get too busy
To care for mw and tell
By your simple gestures and voice
How much you love me.
The moment I will receive a silence
In response to my commotion
Of irritation, arrogance, angst,
Small victories and big failures.
When I will wait for your smiles
To fill up like clouds,
The blank sky of my days
And draw pictures of existence and joy.
When you will not be there with me
Or I would have had to leave you,
How would this life drag me like a prisoner
And if I would miss you as much as I do.
Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThe imagery is so real, the angst almost touchable!