#579-Devoid
02/03/2019
May not seem so,
But spring’s still far away.
Yet dried leaves linger.
Waiting.
By empty tracks.
Calling for life.
Like me for you.
Starving for a touch.
Or the pitter-patter,
Of the beating heart,
I knew so well.
Wish you’d call.
But you don’t.
I’ll wait.
With the leaves,
Stones,
Empty tracks,
Passing days,
Me.
