Week 27 (Into The Fog)

I look out into the fog of the late morning.
Against the shore waves splash silently.
The leaves are mostly fallen to the ground,
damp from the morning rain.
I keep a picture of you close
to remind me of our time together,
and to dream of days to come.
The green metal roof shines,
wet,
reflecting light from behind todays gray covered sky.
I hear voices from the other room,
a radio, perhaps telling me the news.
Another day alone without you.
This may be my last time that I have an opportunity
to write to you my darling,
the days may be few,
and I want you to know how I feel.

You see,

I may have leaned a little too hard,
I may have said some things the wrong way,
and I may not have heard you when you cried.
Please forgive me, and hold my memory close.

I will be the light of the morning sky,

and the wind as it blows warm from the south.
I will be that first kiss on your lips,
and the one who tucks you into bed.
I will be the hand that carries you safely
Through the rough and tumble world.
I will be there always to carry you
As you carried me

Robert
2015