I now walk,
slowly, back home,
lost inside that single thought.
I hear you call my name,
my heart begins to sink.
I look at the sky,
through the branches and leaves,
and I wonder why,
the sight’s so Overwhelming.
It’s may be,
because you are up there,
trying to make me see,
that life could still be beautiful.
“Miss you, my love”, I whisper,
from inside the crucible of grief.
Some times when I look at the sky, through the rustling leaves, I feel that someone close is talking to me. Do you have such fancies?
P.S. Just experimenting with photography.