When waking – cool wintry morning
a sadness will permeate
an iciness when forgotten passion
muster only the courage to remind.
I do imagine you every day
warmth, reach to caress my cheek
a desire I might feel today
so many miles yet here I stay.
I wonder about love in meaning
is it simply a romanticized stir
or is this quiet ache such yearning
that only one may feel alone.
I look for you in every way
those familiar paths have silenced
to become a memory, heart sway
toward a resignation love is away.
Oh to know your eyes might well
my own a flood of tears this our day
©️ Scott F Savage 2020