They say that love lingers
I never believed that to be true,
But that all changed;
The moment I met you.
Your love is lingering;
Always there
No matter what,
Each day I feel you;
Something I cannot bear,
In everything I do;
I can still see you.
(Standing there)
Smothered
by your presence;
I lost all sense of reality.
My thoughts turned cloudy,
& soul felt weak
the heart too heavy;
To muster out
the words to speak.
'Cause your love lingers;
It hurts me to the core
that it
consumes
our only chance,
we could ever have;
To be in touch
(again)
A x
About the Creator
Reaching Out
I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson3 days ago in Fiction
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