I lift up my hand to find you,
But all I feel is a bare air.
It’s been many days
That you are not here
At my side.
I miss you.
I was so sick.
So sick I left our bed
And left your side.
With firm grit
You make no fuss
As you meet what I need
From one day to the next.
I love you.
About the Creator
Gail Wylie
Family therapist - always wanted to be a writer. Have published books on autism. Currently enjoying trying my hand at fiction. Loving the challenges of Vocal. Excited to have my first novel CONSEQUENCES available through Amazon.
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Nice
Eloquently penned!!! Loved it!!!❤️❤️💕