“December III”

By 13th July 2009December 9th, 2019No Comments

In dreams when things seem better,
when wrong turns are never taken,
when happiness lasts
and scans always pulse,
that’s where we’ll find you.

The daily grind seems worse
without you here,
there’s not a day that doesn’t pass
when we don’t think of you,
when we don’t feel you near,
a shade that stirs,
just beyond.

Dry tracks of bitter salt,
from brain to heart,
all cried out….
if only.

Mark Dron

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