On my knees, praying to God,
begging, cajoling, making a deal...

Jet black hair flying everywhere,
long, slender body...

Opening to the world,
the window in my room...

Spring,
grass turning green...

A need to be touched and caressed,
by loving hands, hugged, kissed, adored...

My heart is heavy with sorrow.
There is no more that I can give to you...

Unbearable palpable pain,
heart ripped from its mooring...

Ocean,
blue green waters...

Perched
on the precipice...

(Inspired by Wet Paint and Ready Again, by TJ...
Distant memories hovering in the shadows...

If I could have one more day with you,
Mother dear, to sit beside your chair...

Order, disorder.
Things arranged...