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