Desperately Missing You Who are Gone

I walk at night in the graveyard, and I walk alone

Hoping against despair somehow I will run into you

Knowing in my heart, and in my soul,  you are gone

Reading the stones, I weep, but still you are gone

I try to take it in, realize the truth of it, I am alone

No matter how I twist away from it, I don't have you

Oh what I would give for just one day more with you

It does not matter that I tell myself our days are long gone

No, for then I am left with the sad fact again, I am alone

So, I am walking on alone without you wishing I too were gone.

S.E.Ingraham©

Latching the Gate

A mind floods

with past indiscretions

and other bits

of curvaceous lunacy

Its owner gives

chase as they lace

through narrow synapses

spinning past gateways

permanently stuck open

Trying to map these

is a lesson in futility

as they ricochet

at warp speed from

dark alcove to darker

Gaining even more speed

with dangerous

invisible intent

Any idea of eventual

dwindle, a dim impossibility.

S.E.Ingraham