Lost

I've lost
her.

Those kind
eyes, that
warm
touch, that soothing
calm...

Shattered.

I thought I
knew her.

I thought we
were one - that
she felt..

pretty
needed

forgiven.

I see her -
on a lonely
park bench, sipping,
reading
breathing cold air
into the night wind.

Shadows passing, never
looking over, never
asking -

I miss her.
I miss...

happy, kind,
enveloping
hope...

As Fall turns
and leaves go
dry - her
tears continue...

Lost, unknown
suffering.

She's here, I know -
And with each kind
smile, and warm
grip to another
hand, I say

Sweet girl, don't
cry
Don't hide...

remember...becoming.

I've lost her...but,
I know she lingers in
quiet dreams of
someday
holding
happiness...closer

Answering my prayers
to come home
again -

and be.