Truest Truths

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This then is my truest of truths:
I miss you in my waking hours
when night is gone and morning comes
for then there are no magical dreams
to which I may once more succumb.

I miss you as the coldest of spring rain
falls upon my tarnished grey soul
wishing it would wash away this pain
to fill my loss and make me whole.

 

I miss you, so there it’s been said
this then is my truest of truths
there will be dreary dark days ahead
as my lonely heart does its best to soothe.

 

 

©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg

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