when I come home

I watch through a sliding glass door she sits in her wicker chair in the yard with clouds unrelenting there's a chill pushed by a strong breeze yet she reads I had hoped against odds to find her here inside a smile waiting before I leave a kiss to linger in the hours apart our lives our love slip silent into these empty moments of realization fade deeper and closer to a time when I will stare upon an empty yard

Deckard

I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...

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