Hands grasping the edge of the cliff
Seperating reality from dreams.
Wishing, waiting for your return.
As I make sure that i won't have one.
Only days have gone by,
Not nearly a week.
I miss you,
I love you even more than you could ever realize.
You can do better,
But I cannot.
I am lucky,
Blessed,
Humbled in your presence.
Losing grip on the edge.
Hands scrambling for answers,
A grip on reality is all I need,
But instead I prefer drifting into my dreams.
