Denial

Have I been living in denial

Willing you to come back to me ?

When all the signs and all the portents

Tell me that’s an impossible dream ?

Moving on has never been my thing,

I like to wallow

In days past

Soaking up in

Misery and tears.

At every sunrise

I raise my eyes

With renewed hope

Of your return.

As the sun sets

I rest my head

On my tear soaked pillow

For another long night.

 

-In response to this prompt, https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2019/05/11/weekend-writing-prompt-105-denial/