Wanting You Back

The hours pass slowly

Drawing in the night,

I can get sadly lonely –

So heed this plight

With how I write.

 

I can weather a storm with my ink

Which can make you rationally think,

Distracting me with faculties to bare

Of my time-consuming care for Clare.

 

As the sentences aptly materialise

And you weigh up the words for size

I'll feel a sense of deep achievement –

Duly a testament to your appeasement.

 

© Andrew Stevenson. 12/03/2017

 

An edited piece.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.