Monday, August 8, 2011


I’m spared the agony of wondering where you are.
Of wondering what you’re doing, and where you’re going.
All of that I know.
And I know that it’s right, for you and for everyone.
Even right for me.
Still, I can’t help but look out over the valley
from the rooftops,
feeling the strange silence of the city,
My ears, so keenly aware of the unfamiliar stillness beside me
where your heart walked with mine.
My eyes turned upwards toward the night,
unseeing as sparkling drops of starlight shine in slow streaks down my face.
My lips let the words escape;
a quiet plea to the heavens heard only by a wayward angel passing by:
I miss you.


Tiana ba Llama said...

This is quite beautiful, by the way.

Georgie K. Buttons said...

Thanks. :)