(written April 17, 2008)
The shadow of a new dawn
Grows cold on the pavement
And I've yet to hear from you
I've been sitting in this window seat
Wrapped in a blanket
To ward off the chill.
Yet, the numbing feeling of ice--
If I'm shivering, I know
I can still feel alive.
The hours grow into days
And I miss your voice,
Your face
My heart tells me you will come back
But, raspier still, the voice of reason
Tells me the days will turn to years.
With only the glimmer of hope
I shiver in the morning cold
As I sit here again
Writing to you
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