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/