I think of you

I think of you

Always, everyday.

So silly it seems,

But there are times

I catch a glimpse,

A fleeting knowledge

Of your presence.

I turn my head

Quickly, obsessively,

But you are gone.

If you were ever there.


Light grey eyes,

So full of life,

Of humor, wisdom, secrets,

Sparkle through my dreams.

Yet, always, I awaken

Disappointed, alone,

With grief, and sadness, and

A feeling of something taken.

Something wrenched from

My very soul.


Yes, I think of you

Everyday.

My precious boy.

Whispers

In darkness.

Springing upright

To emptiness,

I cry.

"I heard you!"

Not a whine.

But almost.

"I know I did!

Let me see

You now

Just this once..."

Blackness

Falling and falling,

Darkness abounds.