I reach out and touch
Only to grab air.
I miss him so much
But he is not there.
Resides not in sorrow
Nor is he by Crystal Tears
Guess our time was borrowed
Without him consumed with fear
I search lovingly the drapes
I fly out and scan the lake
I hold bitterness sour grapes
Does he knows how my heart aches?
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The ramblings of a non-binary Latino.
A jubilant start is inevitable following a quiet end.
Writer, musician and author.
A glimpse into the mind of a half mad poet
