Comments about Victoria Long
Day Of The Dead
Each day, a passing day, spent yearning for the after.
How much I wish to be with you,
How long must I be patient?
To have you here,
So close to me is all I’ve ever wanted.
Yet time cannot comply,
And distance is an issue,
Then again my parents fail,
To see the bond between us.
And friends provide no sympathy,
No means of pity thereof.
And here I am,
Bitter longing grasped within sweet waiting.
I recall the times we’ve spent together,
Hardly alone but public eyes somehow made it better.
How we roamed within the crowds,
Hand in hand ...