I am who I am. I write poetry and paint really badly. Please be patient.
You’re not here
Yet you consume my thoughts…
My mind… my being…
Do you know where I am?
Are you ok? Am i?
My heart dies a little more
Every time I think of you.
Adventuring around the world
Or running from me.
Either way I still love you
Still ache for you.
Die for you…
What have you done to me?
I have fallen many times
But never this hard…
This far… this deep…
It’s very dark, did you know?
Probably not…
Without you I die.
I am dieing…
© 2019 Wendy Engela