I miss you.

Even though

I know

I shouldn’t.

But I do.

I miss the days

Of reading and talking,

Of quiet understandings,

And your gentle ways.

I travel alone,

But I  left,

Behind

A part of

Myself

I cannot yet, own.

Yu/stan/kema                                        

You said:

“Every thing

Was going

To be O.K.”

O.K for who?

Found on Pinterest on 5-10-15.

I know now what sadness is.

Silence fills the hours of my life.

Absence cuts the corners of my heart

With a  long, sharp knife.

Yu/stan/kema.