Replacement...

Your passing holds no interest
for again I carry on
empty on the inside
I await another dawn.

Endless searching for another,
a substitute at best,
someone I pretend is you
in hopes that I may rest.

Their arms offer no comfort
no solace in their touch
I pretend they all are you
the one I miss so much.

4 comments:

Shoma said...

the end clinches it.. well written very well written.. deceptively simple :)

Huge_but_Atomic said...

Good, well knighted thoughts:)

Ray said...

Thank you so much...

Humble Pi said...

very nice :)