Your words they flow-
like gilded water,
cascading over mossy rocks.
Looking up, I reach to capturethe ray of hope
they always dropped
How many minutes
have changed to hours
promises that you'll be back?
some time for healing;
find the spirit you seem to lack.
Your words still hang
there- where you left them,
like shadows cast against the wall.
Look one way, they say I love you-
another; they mean nothing at all.
How many days
have I sat here,
believing that my love you'll miss?
Casting hope across murky waters
lost to the seas-my mind's adrift
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December 20, 2014-Mind Float