Wednesday, November 9, 2011

what might have been

mornings like this
when the moon spills
lighting my room
dark
still
alone
only the clock breaks this quiet
i think of you
i wonder at His plan
i wish
and wish
but deep inside
if i look
really stop and feel
this longing for you
whole
what might have been

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3 comments:

Melissa: said...

i love you.

S. Etole said...

Blessings, Cristie ... quiet blessing.

Cath said...

So tender. Loved seeing your face today. xo