I remember you....

Sunday is....

cold, inside, outside of the heart

calmer winds 

and

silences that can still the heart

Could I still lay my weary head on

the pillow where your eyelids try to shut out

the world for me?

My soul is wandering, sad and unending.

Through the days and the endless nights invade

me with her powerful

force...

I remember you

with my soul empty

clenching for more

in a sadness

that only you

know.

(kjp)