Katie Reeves

Stand Tall

When I close my eyes I see your face,
A picture of you comes to mind and
Fills my empty space
I try to stop the thoughts, stand
Tall and give my back a brace,
I open my eyes and catch you
Fleeing in my Nightmares' Race,
Ashes of what went wrong have
Left a nasty acid taste,
I pause at the window to look
And remember,
Last June, July, August, and September,
And now it's December.
A small town on a little bay
A vacation turned into a longer stay
Soft warm sand on my feet,
Breezes and kisses my lips did open
To greet.
I ...