– I?m a little over a year without Leah and the yearning has resurfaced- hard. I have to brace myself when I visit public spots. Plus I have the summer task of cleaning out and selling my little house where she lived and died.
Poetry try #1
Leah I?m in hell here
My reality is I?m here but you are there
I cant reach you
Laura says I?ll see you again
Buddha says I need to work with my mind
Insatiable lust for leah
Will we ever be back?
To touch each other
So that I can gaze on your face
You catch me with your brown black eyes,
tell me to quit it.