Ten years is a long time.
With a heart aching.
Without you.
Sitting here waiting for a sign.
To let me know you're here.
Listening to the soft breeze.
A blackbird calling from the sheltered trees.
The sun shining warm where we lay you down.
Just a few scattered roses hanging on from the summer sun.
Still waiting for a sign, a reassurance, an answer.
Squeaky footsteps as a stranger passes by.
Footsteps that quickly fade and die.
My time to cry.
The wind is soft, but there is a chill.
The roses lonely and still.
A man with a dog passes and says 'Hi'.
Another dog follows and catches my eye.
Still waiting for that sign, that comfort.
A distant siren rings.
Another hidden bird sings.
Yes ten years is a long time.
Yes I'll wait until you're hands are once again warm in mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Kim, that is beautiful and sad, waiting for a loved one to come back from anywhere is always sad. Top marks and thanks for sharing this my friend. Hugs David