searching a winters sky of grey for a welcome patch of blue,
at every passing face in the hope of seeing you.
I miss you more than
sometimes, still haunted by regret
our time is easy, but it is too hard to forget.
in my heart is an everlasting flame
keeps at bay the shadows from the place that bears your name.
for turmoil that distracts my every day
the yearning that needs to cast my lot your way.