A Missing.

It hasn’t been near as bad


But at times I can still feel that ache…

I’ll be with friends

At school

At work

And feel



The weighted.

Your memory 

Has kept me bound strangely.

Betrothed unwillingly.

And the love given me

For you

I can’t put it away

I asked the Lord

Help me put it away

On some shelf

But I’m afraid

It fills up the whole house.

I fear when you do come home

Because this territory, for me


But I fear more…

The density of my love for you.



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