A.W. Books & Poetry

The day you died,

The world crumbled to ashes

Through my tear-soaked golden eyes,

As I watched your chariot

Pierce the sky.

In my dreams,

I felt your fierce fall.

The seventeenth was the day

I lost it all.

And sometimes when my thoughts fly away,

I touch my hand to the photo frame,

And cradle it with a longing pain,

Wishing it was water, instead,

Just so I could hold you in my arms again.

Now, not a September creeps on by

Where I don’t stare up at that sky

And hope in my heart that you’re doing fine.

Tell the others they’re always on my mind,

And send me a cardinal from time to time.

~Annalise