A Poem For The Well Being Of A Friend Poem by Victoria Revier

Golden sparks across the cheap plastic
Clicking away as if possesed
Flutting outside my window
My golden eyes do not lift
My golden hands just hardly shift
As they move over the plastic
Why you are intent on fluttering there I shall never know.
May my love find you well,
Saving my life day by day
Though your own well being is less than the concern
A torture
A strifle
E.F.
I hope to find you well
Though I fear I shall not
How, may I ask
Shall I deal with your empty seat
I know it shell be their
Staring me down
When the sun rises
And my hair whips through the wind
Your arms will not great me
Not this time
Best of love my dear
Hold your head high
It may be the only thing for a while.