Monday, January 24, 2011

No One with Me

Sometimes, I wish you were here

to help me and comfort me

when I need them both.

But no one is here

and I do the best that I can.

I move on and remember

that good times,

but I do not live in the past;

I just enjoy it, and look forward

to days which are filled with sun

and maybe you too, but likely not.

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1 comment:

seabreezetravels said...

This is the true measure of love: When we believe that we alone can love, that no one could ever have loved so before us, and that no one will ever love in the same way after us.

Sea Breeze