By Shirley Skufca Hickman
Who will dry my tears
when you are gone?
Who will hold me tight
when you are gone?
Who will talk with me
when you are gone?
Who will hold my hand
when you are gone?
Who will kiss my lips
when you are gone?
Who will warm my bed
when you are gone?
Who will dry my tears
now that you’re gone.
Who will dry my tears
when you are gone?
Who will hold me tight
when you are gone?
Who will talk with me
when you are gone?
Who will hold my hand
when you are gone?
Who will kiss my lips
when you are gone?
Who will warm my bed
when you are gone?
Who will dry my tears
now that you’re gone.
| Copyright © 2021 by Shirley Skufca Hickman |
I adore the shift that caught me off-balance in that final stanza. GOOD SETUP!
ReplyDeleteThe forthright simplicity, the sincere emotion, the inevitability, add up to a hard crash against a brick wall. I really hope writing is as cathartic for you as it is for me.
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