I don't want to wake up on my own anymore

[lucidrefuge]

This day is quiet,
Leftover sounds floating like humidity
Dark and candle lit, the moment
is ebbing softly to forever

This day is swimming,
Pulling me along on a gentle tide
Washing over all being
Waves of change pulsing towards shore.

This day is questions,
Thoughts of him
Weaving needles in my conscience,
Sewing seeds of hope.

This day is growing,
Old and feeding tomorrow

This Memory is quiet, swimming questions
Simmering in an echo of you.